Doing battle with an orange
Sometimes you have to tear it open
rip the orange peel
Let the juice drip.
The thin orange rind cuts under your nail.
It burns and stings and slays.
Rind covering the fruit like layers of armor.
Clawing, one piece at a time
Bit by bit, you finally find the
citrus scents greeting the stale air.
Break it open.
Pull apart the perfectly portioned section.
Don’t stop until the sweetness hits your tongue.
Relentless for hidden glory.
Disheveled pile of rind shoved in a paper towel. Nail bed raw.
Juice dripping from your chin.
Dribbling. Conquered.
Winter 2021
Written by Maria Koshute.
Koshute is a librarian at The United States Naval Academy in Annapolis, Maryland. She studied library sciences at Catholic University (2009 M.S.L.S.). Her work has been featured in Vigil Magazine, Blessed is She, and The Catholic Young Woman.