A Girl Orange

Layers upon layers of light,

stacked in the sky—

shades of peach and pink.

 

Call it dawn.

Call it anything you like.

Call it last night.

 

The twelve beers I sucked on,

sit hell in my stomach,

but I liked what I saw.

 

Morning’s first gasp

for breath, a night

of gritted teeth—

and all that was,

still there—

a girl orange

like it was Fall.

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