Sparkling kitchen soaked with Lysol, kettle boiling and milk bread in the toaster. Leave the butter out it stayed too long in the fridge. Crumbs rainbowed, ran circles around you while you manifested success and financial security, and now the orange is a mandarin. You don’t cut them the same way your grandma did. You don’t cut them at all. Pulp drips from your fingers. There’s always a carrot dangling on a daisy chain.