I ate an orange
on the way to my parents house
last weekend; I placed the
peel on the rubber mat at my feet.
When I arrived, I asked:
“Where is the compost pile?”
Which is to say, I asked:
“Where does this peel go to be sewn
into the Mother?” (Having served
its nutritive purpose.) Is that what the
tornado asked when it picked her up and carried
Did it know where she would be
sewn back into the Earth? It did so
I punctured the orange peel, but with
a gentle thumbnail.