not about oranges

you fall in
love with oranges.
squeezed, or
peeled, it doesn't
matter. but you love
to have the citrus
juices roll down
your chin, sweet
and sticky.
you carefully break
one apart and hold
the clear bright
wedges up to the
light. you
want to marry an
orange tree, no,
an orange grove.
you want to wake
up every morning
with a cold
glass of orange
juice beside you.
you decide to move
to florida where
the oranges are
plentiful, you
are a simple man.
and this will
make you happy.