Mary Ruefle

Tanya and The Apples

Tanya loves the sound of falling
Apples, she lays on the ground
Under the tree with her arms out wide
Old yellow apples bury her
Big red apples bounce off of her
Green apples live in her eyes
Cider runs in her veins
Tanya is a pyramid of joy
When she is eating in the afterlife
If they pick one moment off of her
All of the others will fall

Backward   |   Issue Thirteen   |   Forward