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.