LOU RASMUS

I’ve been trying to find
the right metaphor
to describe her,
like picking a ripe orange
from an orange tree.
They all sort of seem
like they would be fine.
And I’ve never been picky
about oranges.
But I know one is the best.
It’s on the tree somewhere.
I’m just too lazy to find it,
like I’m too lazy to find
this fucking metaphor.
She’s probably more of
a strawberry anyway.
Fuck oranges.
And metaphors.