life like an orange

When life has ripened me,
I would like to someone to
come peel back the years of
angst and heartbreak, the thought
of parents growing old and sick,
the dull monotony of society,
the dumb simplicity of happiness.

When life has ripened me,
I would like to finally leave
this rind in a simple city like
Missoula or Athens Georgia
next to a beer while dancing
to my favorite song.