The World Is Fucking Gorgeous
The world is fucking gorgeous.
I forgot again.
All my dreams last night were about costumes,
making things pretty so we could like them more,
but I woke and cut up this orange,
a regular orange,
probably a bit woody with too much pith,
and I am weeping over how fantastic it is,
how it grew and came to be in the world,
how it will nourish me.
I am in love with an orange this morning,
and the world is fucking gorgeous.