Tonight's Poet Corner: Orange Stand

Orange Stand
by Belinda Roddie

cold brown

feet on a wagon
heading to new kentucky
I saw you selling oranges
at a market stand

you smelled sweet
as you babbled
rabble-rousing
lousy syntax
into both of my ears
I spent

two bucks
on a dozen citrus
orgasms that
exploded on my tongue
and filled my
lungs with perfume.

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