Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
There are too many segments in this orange, I tore away the rind and pulled at the pith with my thumb, exposed the flesh that fell apart, but there are too many segments in this orange, it won't fit back together. Ill fitting fruit, mutated citrus genes. You were bigger than yourself. What freaky secrets your cratered, sunset skin hid beneath its thick, fragrant glow.
0
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 7:01 PM UTC
The Orange
There are too many segments in this orange, I tore away the rind and pulled at the pith with my thumb, exposed the flesh that fell apart, but there are too many segments in this orange, it won't fit back together. Ill fitting fruit, mutated citrus genes. You were bigger than yourself. What freaky secrets your cratered, sunset skin hid beneath its thick, fragrant glow.
gkf
Written by
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 7:01 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem