fruit

I am eating an orange
On your back porch
With the
Shade covering
All but my feet
and white ankles.
I don’t bother thinking anymore,
I mostly eat oranges now
And maybe a banana,
When you are not watching.
But you asked me to think about
Us-and what I think we are
And I’m afraid that I have forgotten how
To play these label games.
I don’t understand
How there
Is still a question like that
Coming from your lips
What do I think we are?
Obviously
We are fools
Trying desperately to grab
The air
Between us