that's one sad orange

i pretty much

know

i'll never eat that single orange

sitting on

the shelf

in the refrigerator.

it's bright face

stares back at me every

morning

i open the door and

get cream for coffee.

i've taken it out

several times

and placed it by

the knife drawer.

i've even

taken it to work

several times.

it's traveled miles away

from home

and then put back

on the shelf

when i get home again.

i just can't find the moment,

or have

the right alignment

of taste buds

to cut it into quarters

and eat it.

but i can't throw it away

either.