I think that I’m a citrus fruit,
A lemon or a lime.
People say they’d like a taste, but just a hint is fine.
I’d love for once for someone to remove my outer peel
And taste my flesh, devour me,
And sate themselves with zeal.
Beneath the first enticing zest there is a bitter pith;
And even when the fruit is sweet, you can’t avoid the pips.
The problem’s not a segment, it’s the wholeness of the thing.
The problem is that once unpeeled, you can’t be peeled again.