-- grapefruits are suddenly easier --
annette and i ordered a box of fresh grapefruits once a year,
fresh from florida summers
somehow their orange halos survived the flight to new england
the box glowed
on the kitchen table like the sun had left a stray golden hair
mixed in with fruits and flowers from the picking
she told me to let my hair dry before i brushed it
she liked the texture,
ran her fingers through it even when i winced and complained
that her hands would muss my braid
- i sat in her windowsill for hours and never wilted
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