Them Apples
Genesis 3:6
We had been eating apples for weeks.
Apple pie. Apple cider. Apple flapjacks.
Of course, there was meat all over the place.
But some of the animals knew how to talk
and it was strange to kill, roast, and eat something
that had just helped you finish your crossword.
And so, we kept on eating apples.
Apple wine. Apple crumble. Apple butter.
Until, out for a walk one day, I saw a new kind of tree
just through the fence, on that crazy old man's property.
It's a pomegranate, came a rustling from my feet. You eat the seeds.
They were so round. So purple. So exotic.
That before I knew what I was doing I was slipping
through the fence, nicking a fruit from the tree,
and settling in the sunshine with my boyfriend
each of us savoring the sweet, crunchy seeds.
