day 5

eat the orange in bed with your hands. you have never been
one for manners. if the juice touches the sheets just pretend
it didn’t. maybe it won’t dry sticky. maybe it will and you
will be stuck, glued to the bed by your mouth’s sweet run-off.
that ought to get you out of at least a day of work. the more
words you know the fewer it takes. the white of the fruit
that is neither flesh nor rind wedges itself in the creases
of your hands. surely there is a word for this but i don’t know it.
one of many faults i own.


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