Double Exposure

A figment of imagination inside a horny matrix

The smell of juice washes up

Into the air and quick travelers 

Are united in sugar vapor

I am one of them

Adorned in atonement

Passion orange guava in a ring

Around my lips

I am without a phone number

And the only way to reach me is to remember

How my body looks precisely

And that’s impossible

Because I’m a kumquat with the seeds picked out 

Overlayed onto the shadow of a branch 

On the wall across from the window