As an apple-
I don’t know which of you is orange
or just simply the word
like today mother wants me to bind her twelve books, but I said “no, mother, you do it yourself” and she shooed me away to the corner and
left me overnight I was still raw when I came out i held an apple balanced on my finger she says look sunny when do you come out? i said look, ma, when will you let me out, I’ve been savin this apple for you all night long and
I thought It was so sweet, but i saved it for you i saved itforyou
listen, orange, my pal Gregory and my pal Adam are both oranges and i am not human and i have no mother and i cannot balance other oranges on my fingertips all night long.
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hey listen one night the light of the evening fell onto the orange light of the morning and i said to myself in a whisper when do you tell them when do you let them know? my mind sinks back to your embrace i feel your hands on my face you said the world is held on my fingertips and i cant sustain this i cant sutustain this life of ambiguity you agree? slowly i wonder why we are held in an embrace i wonder if he had thought of it before i came, and when this world cant sustain me or him or anyone, really, but who knows? the apple an i share something more than he does maybe i can put him on the grass instead of eating him.
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and that will be the end of our conversation
does she want a partition or a divide or a dam built on the side of her house?
but no she says she wants his black eyes his black hair his voice
she wants to know him but not know him since she already doesn’t know
him but she likes to pretend that he is smart and talks about
things like sociology or Camelot or agriculture but the only
thing that comes out of his mouth is
its a dog
i believe you have shown a trigonometry
what it was a cylindrical?
take this to a barber shop
she slaps herself
she regains her composure
she does not let herself love him
she gets near to it several times
but she does not let herself love him
until she gives up on herself
and realizes the utter waste
this has been on her time.
Copyright 2013 Golden Star Poetry