oregon

i met a woman on the train who only ate oranges before she cut her fingernails. I don't like the rind's orange tint in my nails, so when I'm ready to clip my nails I allow myself the luxury of peeling, deeply the fortified orange and its formidable peel. Leaving there, under the white crescents a telltale orangish tint.

i swiveled my head to gaze lazily out the window again. since when did we move so swiftly....?