misery loves company

i find an orange in the back 

of the fridge.

it's not too happy.

it's flat and green on one side.

it's made friends though with a lemon

lying beside it,

grim and bitter,

also old,

and a half of head

of lettuce.

slightly browned

and crinkled.

i think about a few past

relationships, but draw no

conclusions,

or metaphors.

i hate to break them up.

misery loving company.

so i grab a beer and shut the door

i leave them

in the cool darkness

of the ice box.

my ears are ringing all night.