Issue 03
service Lila Goldstein
there are too many poems about oranges but split this tangerine with me and suck the pith and spit it out unless you want to almost choke because you hate to swallow it and let me wipe the juice from both our chins and let’s wipe our sticky hands on each other look away i’m talking to myself i get a bit carried away in my poems but anyway it’s been a little while since i’ve eaten any variety of orange not that it’s your fault and unfortunately working at home depot couldn’t expunge my new obsession with the color a customer came in to buy plants and soil late at night with her quiet adult daughter and said they spread 40 lbs of birdseed in circles all around the yard and all the squirrels and sparrows and cardinals came to eat to celebrate the end of chemo she has ten grandchildren to live for and it’s time to be happy again no stranger ever spoke to me like that 52
