not loving the bruised apple philosophy
pulling the thoughts at the stem
so they do not bruise
i place them carefully in a container
one apple is brown from being dropped
we will store the damage for the winter
pretend we have a crop here now
delay the disappointment
we can steam them
make pies with them
maybe
or just use them for pig slop
an uncareful era fo attempt
where the fields are unkempt
and we are bereft
and all of it feels like a theft