I have my backpack on my shoulders
Another bag slung across.
I thought it was heavy.
I’m pealing an orange,
The skin falls to the ground like shattering glass
But there is no sound.
They give me my passport back
And tell me to walk through
I’m still eating the orange,
There is no peel now,
Just the flesh against my skin
My fingers are sticky, there is no water.
I see the fence,
Barbed wire, there are three fences
There are so many cars
It smells like exhaust and people
I see them looking at me through steel
Eyes. Steel eyes. The juice is running down my arm
I keep putting sections into my mouth
I can’t breathe
My bag is so heavy
But I see them like mules through the fence
They have so much more than me
There are orange peels everywhere
I keep eating oranges
The smell is intoxicating
The guards are looking at us
But they’re eyeing them
They’re flirting with us
But they’re telling them no.
I want to throw orange juice in their eyes.
There are lines of people
Women. So many women. With bundles the size
Of their bodies. There are men,
Lined up on the fence watching my back
I put more oranges in my mouth.
I eat so many oranges.