Bestly Bottom-feeding
Little apple
at the bottom of the pile
I know you are the best.
You are the reddest,
ripest, and readily
the most delicious thing I have ever seen.
I know that if I take you
the rest above-
in your prim little pyramid,
are parading down too.
I've looked at all the others now
and none are as bold as you-
and I don't care what the grocer grumbles anyway.
But it's sadly true-
I haven't sampled you
and your skin could be a lie.
But here I go anyway
because I want you more
than the creaking consequence
of the ambling apples afterwards.
-Matthew Koutzun
1 comment:
I was waiting for another poem...
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