Orange Peel

by Erica Gillingham

picture of an orange

14/03/2020

Against the café’s formica table top,
you spread out your fingertips, press
your palms to its beige surface, asking
me to imagine an array of orange peel
pieces standing in for tectonic plates,
a classroom exercise once used to explain
the layers of the earth’s composition.
I listen with an attentive strained focus,
an unexpected flush rising in my belly
like a convection current of magma;
conjure the sweet smell of orange oil
on your fingers, the soft edges of pith,
aching for my pale skin to be the mantle
underneath the fault lines of your hands.


about Erica (she/her/hers)

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Erica Gillingham (she/her) is a poet, writer, and bookseller. A professional queer, she works at Gay's the Word Bookshop and is the Books Editor for DIVA Magazine.

instagram: @ericareadsqueer

twitter: @ericareadsqueer

website: ericagillingham.com


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