“She peels an orange, separates it in perfect halves, and gives one of them to me. If I could wear it like a friendship bracelet, I would. Instead, I swallow it section by section and tell myself it means even more this way. To chew and to swallow in silence here with her. To taste the same thing in the same moment.

-we are okay, nina lacour

At lunchtime I bought a huge orange-

The size of it made us all laugh.

I peeled it and shared it with Robert and


They got quarters and I had half

And that orange, it made me so happy,

As ordinary things often do

Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park.

This is peace and contentment. It’s new.

The rest of the day was quite easy.

I did all the jobs on my list

And enjoyed them and had some time


I love you. I’m glad I exist.

-the orange, wendy cope

I peel oranges neatly.

The sections come apart cleanly, perfectly in my hands.

When Emily peels an orange, she tears holes in it.

Juice squirts in all directions.

“Kate,” she says, “I don’t know how you do it!”

Emily is my best friend.

I hope she never learns how to peel oranges.

– oranges, jean little

Photo 1 shot on film by Margot Murvihill, photos 2-8 shot by Theadora Lau