Apples
I don’t remember picking these fruits
But they seem to have been gathered
Or maybe they picked me
Delicious, juicy love, exploding, too sumptuous to eat
Granny’s wisdom, crisp and tart, cold against my teeth
Galas of regret, soft and yielding, apologetically sweet
How did it grow so heavy, this basket?
Maybe someday I should stop and ask it
I believe this load will only lighten
If I toss them all
Each that I’ve carried with me so long
Scatter them along a path that widens
The further I go on
But then I’ll spend my time weighted down
Walking with my face turned around
Seeing an aisle of wasteful rot
Trying to pass
A past that survives
To gorge on my very core
The only freedom of my burden will come
When I consume them,
One by one
Until I’m full to bursting of that
Which was
But is now
Admittedly
Gone
And then, they will become me
And then, they will fulfill me
And then they will sustain me
As my basket fills again
But they seem to have been gathered
Or maybe they picked me
Delicious, juicy love, exploding, too sumptuous to eat
Granny’s wisdom, crisp and tart, cold against my teeth
Galas of regret, soft and yielding, apologetically sweet
How did it grow so heavy, this basket?
Maybe someday I should stop and ask it
I believe this load will only lighten
If I toss them all
Each that I’ve carried with me so long
Scatter them along a path that widens
The further I go on
But then I’ll spend my time weighted down
Walking with my face turned around
Seeing an aisle of wasteful rot
Trying to pass
A past that survives
To gorge on my very core
The only freedom of my burden will come
When I consume them,
One by one
Until I’m full to bursting of that
Which was
But is now
Admittedly
Gone
And then, they will become me
And then, they will fulfill me
And then they will sustain me
As my basket fills again
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