apples

i sigh and bite the fruit

must we go over this ritual

of nose-wrinkling

and the

thirst-y feeling

of sour, tangy, sweet

each individual bite?

but then again

i don’t stop and as i chew

i think thoughtfully

and wonder

why i still eat the fruit.

i look to my friend

my friend looks to me.

Et tu, brut?

 

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