The Orange that Is
An Orange.
A bright, speckled Orange.
The Orange that speaks, the Orange that hears, the Orange that feels.
It’s an Orange that Is.
The scent wafts through the air like fresh flowers in a sunny summer season.
You peel, peel, peel, until finally, you’ve reached the softness inside.
That first bite of that ripe Orange,
hits your taste buds, somehow both light
and stiff.
The juice explodes like the fireworks on the fourth of July.
That Orange, you so loved,
feels.
It feels the unwrapping of its rind,
the chomp of your teeth,
the delight you get from killing
a poor, innocent soul.
It’s gone now.
You don’t know,
but it’s gone now.
That sweet, delicate Orange, of that you just devoured,
it won’t ever be the same again…
