You couldn’t care less,
I’ve never cared more.
I care about
the oranges that get picked over
at the supermarket.
I almost tell them
I am bruised like you.
I toss them into my cart
I will give them a home.
They will live better in my house than
the stale that has taken over my heart.
They will live better in my house than
the things I can’t wake up to anymore.
They will live better in my house than
the dust I keep wanting to shape into memories.
I need to fill this space with
new
so I don’t
keep looking back.
Someone passes and
they have your voice they have your touch they have your name they have your name
I take my oranges
leave the cart
leave my cares
walk home.