Oranges
for Kevin
I.
I've sat home wearing leggings, turquoise, a look
I rather like but wont go out in and I carve smiley faces
through the skin of oranges to pass the time. Before
the orange there was the pillow and the horror
movies and the two cats hissing at each other.
They're mating. Or dying. Between the air shaft
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