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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