Sorry
I’m sorry.
The oranges in the
bowl on the kitchen counter are moldy.
I didn’t eat them quick enough
because I’ve been binge watching
episodes of our great big american
documentary of loss.
I’m sorry.
That’s somewhat unprecedented for
me because you know how I hate
to waste things. Yeah, they’re just oranges.
I promise to pick up some more
over the weekend so we can begin
the new week ripe and ready.
Shoulda given the oranges to William Carlos Williams and then the plums would have been rescued for breakfast . . .
The sensitivity of your heart is beautiful.
Roslyn from iphone
Thank you for giving words to the turmoil in my heart.