Orange Rind

I had a dream last night

That I wrote my suicide poem,

the words of which where unclear to me,

In black magic marker

On an orange.

I placed the orange in a green teacup,

Saucer and all,

Put it on an empty counter

And sat. Waiting. 

For someone to come along

And peel away my last words.

To devour my thoughts.

And let me die in peace.