Another Use for Oranges
March 25, 2010 § Leave a comment
A gentleman in a pinstripe suit stood under the streetlight and sang a bizarre song about peeling oranges and disguising fingertips with the membranes. Something about the smell of blood and citrus. He muffled his song as I approached, turned his head away. His whispered lyrics seemed to be about a girl, the curve of her clavicle in moonlight.
He looked at his sneakers. They were covered in blood dried black and orange peels.