Comfort food
Painting by Léonie Tancred
Who would’ve thought it
A grapefruit
Sliced with a knife – halved
Then pre-segmented
In a bowl
The first time I tried it
I wasn’t sure
That tang on the tongue
Is a lot at 8am
But it grows on you
Scoop out the wonky triangles of ruby flesh
With a teaspoon
Then squeeze the juice from the waxy ball
And slurp it
Pulp and pips and all
To get that acid hit
Don’t forget to put the bowl in the dishwasher
And the skin in the compost
A moving act each morning
Waits at the table for 16 years
After late nights and petty fights
And tears before bed
A constant that says
I love you whatever