Who doesn’t love the portmanteaufor tangerine and pomelo, or more like angel,tango, words for wilderness,
how I like planting you (reader)in the thick of it. Also knownas honeybell, the peel lifting off
like a capelet, the poem a long pathfor getting at the flesh: its obdurate slickness.A tangelo’s not a metaphor
for anything, which is why I loveits simple divisions. The pith a laceworkor d ...
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