Home From Dhanakosa - Notes To self

And how are you feeling? Is the bowl in your belly full of weeds? Does the moon's glow pool shadows on your cheeks? Let it go. Remember breathing the scent of citrus where Steph sat beside you, peeling an orange. Remembering - it is the kind with the thick rind, the kind that even you, whose nails are chewed to nubs so that the tips are like gums smacking, even you could somehow dig through the pebbled surface, down into the layers of moist foamy flesh, and into the heart of the thing, where hundreds of tiny drops are encased in their thin skins. Think about it now and you'll feel your teeth pierce through and the insides of your cheeks erupt with saliva. And so your mouth becomes a humid orange forest, and all the time you've just been sitting.