Mango
I ate a whole ripe mango today all by myself and as the juice ran down my chin I was transported as clearly is if through crystal to our hand-laid marble patio on the Mexican Riviera with Joe sitting across from me and hibiscus in bloom all around and a sea breeze and his feeding me slices he cut with his pocket knife. And his blue eyes in mine. 3 years ago. And then I had to go floss my teeth because when you eat a whole ripe mango all by yourself that is what you need to do.