I'm melting
into tangerine
thoughts,
floating
in a pool
of orange

a pool of lemon
zest and peel

that comes to
sting
when I pry
open
my eyes

Tangerine thoughts
that look so sweet
so sincere
the bump-de-dump-de-dump
of textured life

where you can run your
finger on the goosebump
skin
and feel only
a fruit
and I can wrap my
soul around
and know that
I'm it too.