Clementines my son peels a clementinein one fell swoop, the orangepocked skin hanging likea torn remnant. I tell him I don’t really likeclementines. He says writea poem about how youdon’t really like clementinesthen he walks to the kitchenand puts the peel in thefood recycle bin andeats the tangy bulbous bits. My tastebuds lift, turn away,at… Continue reading POEM A DAY – April 5