Citric Acid (previously recorded)

One end of me held in your teeth
Split and sliding over your buck smirk;
The other pinched in your dirty fingers
Nonchalantly bruised.

A twisted orange peel:
With sticky juices dripping down your chin;
Down your wrist,

Your mouth always makes me cockeyed,
Looking two ways at once

Then I drop
Inertly uncurling
My soft white flesh left touching itself.