oranges

By Anto Wu

Oranges are on sale every other week, it seems 
when I walk past the fruit section  
I am reminded of how in the summer we’d bite into one,  
ravenous and greedy, until our chins were sticky and we ran out of laughs 
or thinking of my mother quietly leaving a bowl of peeled slices in my room
on nights when I couldn’t stomach a full meal, head full 
of answers I didn’t know the question to 
or even the times the fruit trees died in our wasteland of a backyard and
we settled for cacti I named after sea creatures and I didn’t understand
why too much love would kill something 

or maybe it’s just the fact that we’re in California,  
and the oranges are on sale.


Anto Wu

11/17/21

Anto Wu is a fourth-year student studying design and cognitive science at UC Davis. Anto’s writing focuses on themes of identity and romance inherent in the mundane.

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