I peel an orange over the sink; the air sharpens. Pith threads catch on my nails, small white weather. I think of the hand that first showed me the trick of starting at the navel. Juice runs, uncomplicated news.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
I peel an orange over the sink; the air sharpens. Pith threads catch on my nails, small white weather. I think of the hand that first showed me the trick of starting at the navel. Juice runs, uncomplicated news.