Tuesday, July 1

If Ashtrays & Orangepeel

not wishing to stand to leave my chair
afore the table I sit,
I the orangepeel in its ashtray
( my ashtray, immobile)
scent along my nostrils
& pips

I will not stand to leave
nor lick my fingers,
plucking pith from the last
orange lip toward my own

lastly I am out of oranges &, alone,
can I will shall
buy more oranges before home she returns?

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