ODE Poem: Pink Grapefruits Rinds, by Wyatt Edwards

I smell like exhaust after a drive around the lake in the Beetle.
Red. 1975.
You hold my hand and I crave a drink and your lips
Even if you sometimes bite when you kiss.
I find God in Hesperidiums and how they’re pre-sliced. I hand you a wedge as a
prayer; “I love you. Please eat well.”
When I share an orange with you – an orange the size of my hand –
Believe me, darling,
I am finding God.
I am finding worship in grapefruits and confession in limes.
The peel I line up on the kitchen counter is my scripture and darling I am devoted.

Look at the pink sky while you drive and I’ll sit on my hands.
The hands I use to pick Hesperidiums.
The hands I use to peel Hesperidiums.
The hands I use to find God in Hesperidium.
So believe me, darling,
When we kiss and you bite a bit and I taste citrus,
I will be at peace.

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