1753 – Orange Handed

Orange Handed
Personally, I blame the artist.


No need to hide.  No need to guess
who left behind an orange mess,
for what you are is what you eat,
and what I am is indiscreet
if all I touch displays the rust
of cheddar-flavored orange dust.
Upon my lips and fingertips:
the powdered stains of cheesy chips.

Author: Samuel Kent

I'm a dad who wants to share his labor of love with the world. I also happen to be an award-winning artist and poet. Follow the lunchbox doodles and poems on twitter: @LunchboxDoodler!

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