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watching my son eat an apple

he eats it like an ape
bites the skin off and
expels it off his tongue
with one long uck,
then chews the fat meat of the gala
with large noises
and long juices

Can't wait

it's probably a fault
but I've never seen it since
quite look that way
once I've built a response
I'll wait, o, I'll wait
in the tall waving grass
spiraling when the cars go by
but when I stand up
and your not there-
well, don't expect me
to not turn around
and go
home

Comments

[Erika Hommel]

dear vodka
our affair has
gone too deep
absolute
khetel one
various Russian
accents dipped
in grapefruit
why couldn't you be
a man
tall and stout
(cause I like meat on the bone)
safe and secure
(we both know what you will do)

shit baby,
I would wear you
like last year's
Gucci

[pete pick]

are these three separate poems?

[Erika Hommel]

yea, I'm still trying to figure out how to post on the portfolio, sorry if my stumbling is confusing