i don't know what you are but you look great and orange. and sour!

Someone tries to seduce an orange in a supermarket.

OKAY, FINE. don't return my stare or
say things like : i will come (to you)
because i can only shoot you
coquettish looks from behind the shopping
cart.

with hands that lace metal and fondle
nickels, i don't know how to slice the awkward
silence that lies
between citrus fruit and gastric
juice.

hey, i am not a drunk nor a
druggie. i am 78 pining
organs but you are glorious
rind and zest.

The End

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