I like the taste of onion,
but I want to relish
others as well. I want
to know what else is
in this sandwich. So I
peel back the layers
until nothing is left but
the aftertaste of a 
bittersweet place called
Vidalia. So I peel a 
Valencia and let its
sweet, sour acid wash
my tongue, cleanse
my tormented palate
of all the flavors in this
world but the glowing
orange which at this
moment is the only
real place in the universe.