to my moldy ruby red grapefruit—

by Abbie Doll

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i’m sorry i left you
on the counter too long.
so [sorry] long, your gooseflesh
resembled a b u m p y field
dusted with jade snow

(though i bought you
mere days ago,
& sniffed the subtle
sweetsour aroma emanating
from your citrusy pores,)

i was too busy
~daydreaming!
oh,the possibilities—
how i might skin you
& candy the peels
or stick a spoon in
& squeeze your tart juices out
whip up some simple syrup
for a cocktail or two

darling, i
wasted days
deliberating how
to best consume
you, so
much time
that you
went to waste
& in the end,
all we ever made
was a donation
to the com-post bin.

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Abbie Doll is an eclectic mess of a person who loves exploring the beautiful intricacies of the written word. She resides in Columbus, OH and received her MFA from Lindenwood University; her work has been featured or is forthcoming in Door Is a Jar Magazine, OPEN: Journal of Arts & Letters (O:JA&L), Black Fox Literary Magazine, among others. Follow her @AbbieDollWrites.