Oranges Everywhere

there is hair everywhere.
there are oranges everywhere.

there are traces of you not here
everywhere.

he said,
you must learn to share the sidewalk,
he said,
he said,
oranges are not worth the colour
they leave on your hands,
he said.

oranges are not worth the time,
the taste is not worth the time.

oranges under your pillow
in liquid and peeling form,

hair under my pillow,
another trace of you not here again.

in one piece, wishes,
in many, some time.

oranges under your pillow
you threw me there each time I left,

a treat for later,
he said.