How to Eat an Apple

How to Eat an Apple

It’s a sin to eat an apple with a knife
To cut and carve the seeds womb
Like an autopsy on your mother

Nursed by floods and fire
Her life was not choreographed by logic
And her death should be climatic

Dig in with your whole mouth, let the chipped and rounded
Curves of your teeth pierce her flesh honestly
Wet rivers of juice falling from your chin

By the dancing movement of your jaws
Her succulent translation of the sun’s heart
Now becomes your life bloods elixir

Honor her with your attention,
Her plethora of shapes, her raiment of colors,
She is a mirror of our kindred genesis

The undulating canopies of her childhood
Are the same tendrils of your skulls inner garden

Cannibalism never tasted so sweet