a knife glides across the flesh
of an apple-- i halve it and watch
it open in front of me, so tender
and exposed. juice traces the
curves and is absorbed by
the old oak table beneath it.
i take a bite and it's sweet on my tongue-
i hold it in my mouth for awhile before i
swallow. cupped in my hand, i let the apple
brown a little before taking another bite-- we
depreciate together. i halve it once more
and drop a slice on the ground. it collects dust
on the edge so i throw it in the trash, keep the rest
for later.
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