eating an orange

I prefer to peel
the orange with a stab of a finger,
then work my way around,
separating in jagged pieces
the hard skin
from the fruit.
she's different, taking a knife
and cutting it calmly
into four even pieces, placing
the quarters neatly
on a plate. she takes a napkin
to lift an orange slice,
then bites.
meanwhile the juices
run down my chin, the back
of my wrist keeping
the drips off the table,
the seeds, as I wipe.