post the hundred-thirty-sixth, 2013

when i went from the room i took all the blood

oranges

from where they're left right there

in a bowl by the door

then i left right then 

by the door. 

i stepped outside

to the step outside

where the hot summer rain

hit the step

on the steppe 

where i stepped. 

and i wondered how--

when i'd wandered out--

how i'd've done without

all the blood 

oranges.