Self Portrait
Held up to the light
a satsuma segment
looks like an embryo in utero,
all delicate
umbilical strands
umbilical strands
and orange bubble
glowing like
a wasp's abdomen;
a jelly blob,
the globule of
the last honey
drop.
the last honey
drop.
That's who I am,
the delicate soul
who finds vulnerability
in fruit,
the kind of lovely sadness,
a lovely madness,
who sees themselves
in the belly of an orange.
