The Bitten Apple

 

there was An Apple.

on A Man’s dining table

A Man plucked it from a tree in front of his house.

He fell in love with the color of its skin.

refreshing and teasing.

 

but He was full and left The Apple on the table when He drove to hang out for a little while and intended to eat The Apple once He was done

 

time has passed, He went back to his house and entered the kitchen;

He felt so exhausted and had a seat

He wants to taste the sweetness of The Red Apple

Then He looked at the apple in front of him;

There is a bolt out of the blue that came from The Apple when it’s no longer red

and A Man needs more time to realize that it’s rotten now.

 

He was circling the dining table.

He discovered that his Apple had been bitten by a stranger who left its footprints on the kitchen floor. 

While He was away, A Starving Man entered His house looking for a place to survive a cold winter. A Starving Man found the most precious thing in the house, The Red Apple. A Starving Man took a bite of The Red Apple. A Starving Man no longer hungry. He was full, satisfied, and left.

Now, A Man who owned an apple kept his eyes on his bitten apple until it vanished.

In the end, He waited a year after waiting for a new apple ready to be harvested, but he’d never find the same apple twice. 

 

 

 

For Then I’m on My Way Cheating You Again 

 

I am walking through the market;

looking for salt and pepper for bacon in our kitchen

turn it to a dish for your dinner

before you fall asleep 

and go by and by tomorrow:

for then I’m on my way cheating you again

 

greediness got no scare put me to shame

as you have no time to spell my name 

nor even a second to spend:

for then I’m on my way cheating you again

 

 

 

 

The First Murder

 

she is salty and sweet,

naughty and swift

pure and fragile,

watery and fertile

 

she said to herself deep down the belly and sorrow,

“How long are you staying here for in my womb?”

“40 weeks, Mother.” another version of her saying while sucking her thumb with an evil laugh she can’t tolerate

 

she stabbed a knife to her stomach to kill that little monster

to shut those filthy giggles

spreading her legs and putting in a long spoon 

scrape her own cervix like it was a coconut in a shell.

 

she has won. 

 

“crown and thorn, 

the sun set at dawn

flesh and bone, 

which one do you want?”

she asked A Chinese Man next to her.