I took apples across
the country and back.
I didn’t shine them,
I didn’t eat them,
I didn’t even know I had them.
They lay hidden beneath
a coat in my bag.
They’re perfect, perfect,
potentially perfect.
May you, like me,
be unburdened by apples.
I took apples across
the country and back.
I didn’t shine them,
I didn’t eat them,
I didn’t even know I had them.
They lay hidden beneath
a coat in my bag.
They’re perfect, perfect,
potentially perfect.
May you, like me,
be unburdened by apples.
Going overboard again,
overdramatizing,
forgetting there are limits
to what people can take,
how they don’t want to hear it,
not in a restaurant
or ever,
all the fool convictions, thinking
she can fix things,
hoping again, when all we want
is to be left alone