I can’t stop thinking about the tangerines Mom and then the other citrus fruits come to mind, too like lemons the wedge you’d always ask for in water --you always asked for the wedge to brighten and heighten the water the water was water but better-- you knew that beautiful big and bright lemon ripe yellow pop against green leaves brown branches you’d grasp and twist and hold with two hands (did you think you were holding a golden ball? a rare jewel? a canary cupped in your hands?) carrying inside looking down at it marveling, inhaling sweet lemon life and seeing your feet below it one in front of the other and two hands would place it on the cutting board and slice then squeeze and drop into that tall glass of water water, still, but better I think you thought I was the lemon to your life but Mom you’re gone now what does it matter I’m bitter and I’m me, yes, but not better me, still, but bitter.