I can measure my life in slices of an orange.

In childhood / everything is sweet / and nothing gets in the way of joy / and someone is always there / to peel it just the way you like.

THE SENTIMENT OF CITRUS BY BAYLEE PAWSEY 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 111

I’ve never felt my age

never worn the years weary

but one thing I’ve realized

is I can measure my life

in slices of an orange

The first, each slic…