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Apple Poem

By Sophie Williams

Art by Sabrina Eager

TO-DO


to grow shame, echoed

on either side of the breast-bone,

and, while chopping green apples,

to harbor a distant fancy:


to take a small, well-sharpened knife

and slip the blade above the ribs,

tenderly, under the skin


to make a swift cut behind

the grotesque bulb,

cut it cleanly off - and then do it twice,

to gently slice the twin.


to hold a fleshy globe in each palm

apart from the tidier chest,

to cut one into thin slices,

wring those out, into purer juice;


to mince the other, in fine portions,

and scatter the bits outside,

with the compost,

supposing that it could grow

more decently elsewhere.

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