kind of guy

I'm the kind of guy

True story.
The kind of guy who
my loved one asked
for an orange
from the fridge. Of course
I would. In fact, tipped off
to a great idea, I decided
I'd have one as well. Guess
what? There were plenty in there.
This is no William Carlos Williams
tragic fable of fruit paucity; plenty
of oranges in there. So sweet
so cold. I took

The two best ones,

and I looked at them
each on the way back.
And I realized

I was going to
give my loved one
the worst one.

I'd keep the best
one for myself. This
realization created
no conflict in me.
Not at all. These
are oranges
we're talking about.
But it did cause strong
feelings. This was something
in me
that I had just faced. And

in doing so,
I realized
something else:

hey, there's a poem
in there! And then, having
realized that,
I arrived

bearing the oranges.

And I gave my loved one
the best one.