I'm sorry & I'm not sorry. I was seduced. I enjoyed being seduced. The being. Yes. The seduction. Oh yes! It's just that they were everywhere. Oranges. They showed up on blogs, on TV, in the film of my life that is playing inside of my head, & finally on the street. I heard a whisper. I stopped. I stared. I stared long & hard & then longingly. The man. He gave me a bag. So what could I do. 8 for $2. Chinatown cheap. That night my roommate & I stood around peeling & mouthing & swallowing. It's true grapefruit. I left the house today with $8. I was going back for more. I wanted to juice them. To drain them & discard them. To look in my trashcan & see it filled with lifeless oranges. Really it was all for you, I think. But the orange guy wasn't on the corner. So I did what I should have done. I bought two grapefruit. I named them grape and fruit. I think grape had something to say, but the throat is deaf. I'll be nicer next time my loves I promise.