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May 2012
there was an orange on my desk.
i ate it.
it tasted like any other orange might taste.
but i didn’t eat the rind.
no, I left that part on my desk.
i wonder what the orange thinks of this.
or thought of it, I might add.
because its shell,
the part of the orange that it once called
home and safety and protection and security
well, it has been discarded,
dismissed from its duties.
the insides were picked clean,
they were good.
but the outside is shriveling under my desk lamp.
i wonder what the orange thinks of this,
or thought of it, i might add.
Amanda Fawcett
Written by
Amanda Fawcett  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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