It is not the touch of roundness
nor its supple skin
falling away
in spirals.
No, I expect the familiar
yield of the sweet
and the unavoidable grimace
before I find the core.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Eating an Apple
It is not the touch of roundness
nor its supple skin
falling away
in spirals.
No, I expect the familiar
yield of the sweet
and the unavoidable grimace
before I find the core.
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