incommunicable thoughts about apples
God, i missed eating peanut butter for lunch
i’ve cored and cut apples into eighths for more kids than
can count or be counted
coworker commented on my efficiency once
it’s strange the things you remember
but to be Witnessed is like a folktale
repeated and braided in your brain
Let Me Show You Them
is what brother and sil call it
in childhood we called them
Apple Boats
and there was
Macaroni in the Neighborhood
for some reason
Stuff on a Plate
is a new year’s classic with cheese and meats and crackers sure
but shrimp cocktail or whatever dad has in his many freezers too
in Mongolia
there was so little fresh fruit
just eight gallons of milk filling up the minifridge
and when i bought three apples
there was a worm in one of them
you can cut it into ninths through sixteenths if it’s too big
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What glorious synchrony (irony?) that I’m eating an apple with peanut butter as I read this! I once went on a 30-day road trip with a friend and we lived entirely on apples and peanut butter and tuna fish. Thanks for this poem. 🙂
serendipity even!
I really enjoyed this poem and then the folding of time: “for more kids than/can count or be counted”
thank you 🙂
Great title! Great poem! I’m really enjoying your work!