September 15th, 2025
by Brandon Thien An Vu
I peeled it because
It has to be perfect.
Good or bad day
You used to come upstairs
And hand me a bowl of
Fruit.
The glow
from the Tangerine
always caught
My attention.
I savor each one and
It reminds me of how
You’d pick apples from
The same bowl
Because you knew I liked
Tangerines the most.
Fingertips. Orange
from peeling.
I imagine you
Bringing a bowl to
my future children.
someday
I know
they would pick
your favorite.
About the Poet
Brandon Thien An Vu resides in Suisun City, California, United States.
Read the poet's biography on Mia Hinds's Artist Page.
This poem is included in Poetry World #13,
published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.
Previously published in San Francisco Poetry Magazine:
Ode to Sylvia Plath
by Mia Hinds
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