Orange

I suck the pulp from the orange
and the peel stings the corners of
my mouth with its pesticide laden
bitterness.
There was a time when I ate oranges
right from the trees and plucked
them from the branches just
as they fell into my hand.
I never lived in Florida,
but there is a picture of me with a blue macaw,
somewhere in a photo album.
I don't remember oranges like they are
today, but I also don't remember
you like you are today.