'there is a certain skill in delusion.

in burying your head into the sand,

or into the shoulder of whoever will let you.

it might not be art,

but it is damn near close-

to take a few, spared words as gospel promises

and an unbothered body as a lover.

if that is not talent,

i do not know what is.'

an unfortunate story of love, oranges, delusion and hatred.