It’s sitting delicately in the fruit bowl,
deliberately in the fruit bowl
waiting to be Enjoyed
have the Obligation
to Taste it.
Looks so good we could Slice it.
Looks so good we could Juice it.
Looks so good we could
the thick grip
grows in the
How dare that orange lie to us!
How dare that orange look at us!
How dare that orange sit there so still!
We must prove that the orange is an Orange
Citrus Skins in Citrus Fingers,
scraping Flesh of the Fruit
just in case
(we wouldn’t want false Nature).
Now we have to be Ripping
for Chalky Bits.
the Whole of it
until all that remains
it was Plaster,
of the two of Us
emoody lives and writes in the Midwest United States. She works for 12Writing, an online resource hub for creative writers, and teaches creative writing as a Sutherland Fellow at Illinois State University.