Tangerine | Teen Ink


August 30, 2014
By amandakh SILVER, Lehighton, Pennsylvania
amandakh SILVER, Lehighton, Pennsylvania
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“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.” Jack Kerouac

I bite into a tangerine,

And as it squirts up at my face,

I wince vividly,

In delicious recoil.

You laugh,

Like maple syrup,

Warm- slowly rolling,

Dribbling out my ears.

I can feel their tips turn tomato red,

Under the sizzling sun,

Your fleshy cheeks-

A constellation of freckles,

Dimming and fading,

In a florid sky.

Cicada hum-

Dreary, humid lullaby-

I reach my sticky fingers out,

To the orange peels,

Lying in our clammy laps.

Your baby fat is melting away,

Dripping off the wicker chair,

In saccharine puddles beneath,

Your sherbet skin.

I knead the peels between my palms,

Considering the textures-

Of wrinkled, pruned finger-pads,

Against the taught, slick surface.

I upturn my hands in the broiling sun,

And watch them dry like clothes on the line-

While you grab a swim-towel off a chair,

And wipe them clean and new.

Beaming a gapped-tooth smile,

You grip my wrist with your gentle fists,

Pulling me into the raw green,

Against a melding sunset sky.

Together we chase fluttering spurts of light-

Fireflies drifting through the dusk-

Capturing time itself,

In amber, jelly jars.

The author's comments:

This is about summer, youth, and really just time itself. I feel that summer is one the most ephemeral times of the year, especially for students. There's a nostalgia, a hope, and fear all mixed up together that gives it a peculiar taste. That's why I wrote "Tangerine", to give manifestation to that feeling and share it with others. Take from it what you will.

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