From the book published in 2021, The Immediate and No Sooner.
789.
I can’t imagine
what the oranges might feel
peel grated for zest
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790.
Last summer’s car trip
all the way to Pittsburgh with
a couple of flies
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791.
the dripping faucet
a plink plink percussion beat
for a whole house hop
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Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
Having zested my own knuckles a few times over the years, I think it must be excruciatingly painful for those oranges.
I have thought the same thing (hence this poem). Because when I say “I can’t imagine” I think that usually I am imagining it and wishing I weren’t.