My Orange

Digging my nails in

struggling

until successfully

penetrating

the thick, rough peel and

after piercing the thick case releasing the sweet, juicy pulp inside

the orange

that I bought from

that store that sells oranges and other stuff

one piece and then

another

and another still

more please

they enter my mouth and juice

sprays

drips

drools

all over my face and hands and chair as if

recently granted parole

and the sticky sticky fluid

goes everywhere

staining my shirt

dotting my glasses

I know I must look

like quite the beast as

I

devour the fruit

breathing hard

wiping my brow with my glossy fingers

making a mess that I should be self conscious about

but the orange is

that good

I must have another.