Orange in the middle of a table: it isn't enough to walk around it at a distance, saying its an orange: nothing to do with us, nothing else: leave it alone i want to pick it up in my hand i want to peel the skin off:i want more to be said to me than just orange: want to be told everything it has to say and you,sitting across the table, at a distance, with your smile contained and like the orange in the sun: silent your silence isn't enough for me now, no matter with what contentment you fold your hands together: i want anything you can say in the sunlight. stories of your various childhoods, aimless journeyings, your loves, your articulate skeleton; your posturings, your lies these orange silences (sunlight and hidden smile) make me want to wrench you into saying; now i'd crack your skull like a walnut, split it like a pumpkin to make you talk or get a look inside but quietly: if i take the orange with car enough and hold it gently i may find an egg, a sun, an orange moon, perhaps a skull; centre of all energy resting in my hand can change it to whatever i desire it to be and you, man, sunlight afternoon lover, where ever you sit across from me (tables, trains buses)
Author: magickalchilde
Keywords: sunlight lover ma cherie "margaret atwood" "against still life"
Added: January 5, 2009
