How easy is it to cut into the flesh of an apple?
How hard is it to break into its core?
My core holds more
than these seeds
that spill from within me
when I bleed.
The knife that makes the slice
is white
with a black handle.
The worm holes were too deep for the tip of the paring blade to dismantle.
For weeks I hung from my branch and weeped.
I allowed your larva to eat
tunnels into my wounds.
But soon, I will have nothing
but chunks of fresh flesh to hand to you.
