another damn orange poem

📑 > ... [ 10/19/23 ]

When you dig your thumbs too deep

Into the crevice of its stem and you

Receive a heavy spritz of its inner gut

One might hope you think of heatstroke

And its sticky lemon ice pops that leave

Blood on your fingers and dripping off

Your elbow onto your fresh clean pants

But it would only spray enough to wreck

The protective lining on your specs and

leave it to look like a leaking oil car that

You always wanted to lap like a dog sniffs

Garbage bags leaking molding banana

Peels off the jacket sewn to its skin and

Break the muscles apart. Feed it to the

Boy who gave it to you in the first place

Because without him you feel useless

Like the mutt who lays paralyzed from

Eating expired medicine straight from the

can you give me another bite? That one

Reminds me of the time I played a prank

On my friends neighbour and squirted

Water into his car window and he waited

Outside for hours on end in the scorching

Weather to burn into me a lesson once I

Came out of that trunk of the car but my

Friend laid asleep and I thought she had

Heatstroke again? I talked about that

Already. Jesus Christ! Baptize me in the

Juice of the fruit with the name of its

Colour but which one is the mother the

Orange or the paint? And kissing his lips

You combine your taste but the taste is

The same sticky citrus and the orange

Is long digested by now but the remnants

Still remain of course it’s in its nature.