Thursday, April 24, 2014

WAXED

Once I felt
so hungry—staring 

down the table
at a pretty gala—

my hunger
caved

and swallowed
itself

and emptiness—
poured forth instead.

Then I
knew—that redness

was real;

that the roundness
and the gloss were too.

The only thing
that wasn't—was the realness 

of that apple.

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