When Life Gives you Oranges, Shower with Them

Walked in. Slight headache. Crank the handle. Let it get real steamy. Really feeeeeeel the heat. Slight dehydration. Yearnnnning for relief. Snag orange. Do I soap up first? No. Gotta let the citrus fly from the start. Start peeling like I normally would out of habit. Remember shower has no bounds. TEAR THE ORANGE IN TWO. Bring it to the edge of my lips. Feel the hot steaming water pouring down my back. Sink, no, dig into the pellets of juice. Instantly am transported. No longer am I in the shower. I’m sitting on the grass during a hot summer day, absorbing not only the refreshment inside me but the birds chirping, the children laughing, the frisbee tossing. Bite complete. Back in the shower. Citrus dripping down the skin. Good. Want it to. No stickiness here. The citrus is alive, letting the juices thrive. Orange in the shower, blooming like a flower.

Orange grows on a tree not like a flower

Yea I’ll eat it in the shower

Fill my hands, juicy and sticky

Fill my mind, decisive not picky

Sweet refreshment, bursting pellets of elixir

Heat, steam-curated, not looking to shiver

Will I go another rinse with this fruit

Only always, the routine is on loop