the orange

because i love the wendy cope poem

you remind me of oranges

not because I like oranges but because of that one Wendy Cope poem about sharing an orange

because of Kate and her friend Emily who couldn’t peel oranges neatly

because oranges are messy and sticky and you’ll read this poem and complain it doesn’t rhyme or make sense and I

I love you

I’m glad I exist

you remind me of oranges because I’d share an orange with you

a metaphorical orange or a real one even though they’re far too sticky for my taste but

I like sharing things with you

I think you’re the one who peels apart my messes neatly

while I’d have sticky orange juice drying on my fingers

and I’d put it on your face to shut you up as you make fun of me but

I hope you keep peeling apart my oranges neatly

I love you and

I’m glad I exist

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Poems referenced are The Orange by Wendy Cope and Oranges by Jean Little