orange juice by Rachel Deyis (Lucent Dreaming Issue 12)
To write poetry is to wring truth from an orangefurl your hands so tightly into rind they turn blue,hear the thudded fall of each kerneled pip into glasswhile its juice catches on the lips between thosegreedy molecules of air-perhaps a single drop, turgid and oilywill break out of the tangled pith in slow motiondetonate into twelve, glittering tearsand you might