Apples had to be served. 

Even the knife fumbled in shocking grim,

but I have been shipwrecked too many times, I have been buried shamelessly in my suburban farms,

I know how less time it takes to slit the neck of prosperity. 

I too had apples…green apples, harboring pale hunger of people, 

I too had someone to not slip through obscurity,

my obsession of highest orders. 

Perfume from her breasts, she kissed me and made distance, 

everytime I propelled she kissed and disappeared. 

She told me the process to light a wildfire in my virgin soul, 

and went without giving waters from her bare nipples. 

Cats have always been there in my doorstep, 

never messing with my addictions and human phobias.

Just sitting there with dumb and true stares,

never judging, never leaving, never making scenes out of ordinariness. 

Vain memories to go with me. 

I held the knife right in my palm, 

and in a moment of clustered barbarism; the apple was halved. 

Served in a flowered bone china. 

I couldn’t sleep without leaving it’s seeds on rained soil. 

They would again be impregnated and provide themselves as fool’s food.

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Photograph: Ludek Vojtechovsky.