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Apples, Oranges, and Organs
I was in the store the other day
Browsing through the produce section
Where they keep the oranges, apples
And the organs.
When I came across a boy
With a furrowed brow
And a lost frown
He was staring at these hearts
Picking them up
And putting them back.
He seemed not to know
Which to choose
Or what to do.
Now, I was looked
At my own heart,
Held it out
It was in good condition
A little damaged
But it had been grown
Without pesticides
And chemicals.
So I sighed and passed it over.
He smiled a little
Handled it
Then oh so carefully
Dropped it on the floor.
I was standing
Mouth gaped in disbelief
Of such impertinence.
He picked it up
From under the freezers
Covered in dust and dirt
Spotted and discolored
And slightly bruised
A lost lollypop
Stabbed through the left ventricle.
He just shrugged
Found a new one
And walked away.
He could have at least
Dusted it off a bit.
But instead, I fade
In a daze
Staring at this
Heart covered in debris.
Now, what am I supposed to do with this?
