fruit in packed lunches
always made my teeth recoil
at the thought of piercing wax
and the flavorless mush pouring in–
no matter how tight the skin
the mealy flesh lent no satisfaction–
and so, anomalous, I bit
to test my preconceptions
only to discover a crisp tartness
inversely correlated to its outer hue,
tint and saturation,
which left me to question
however briefly
what else in life I’ve missed