or the apple-russet silk

by Sarah Maclay


________This is the leisure of wanted silk / the wanted leisure of silk.
________We can nearly taste it. We can hear it rustle
________as she moves, as she must,
________eventually. And below the silk, there must be crinoline
________petticoats. And below the petticoats, apples, shining, dangling, growing in size as
________she walks, winesaps, golden delicious, fuji, mac, as though strapped to her body,
________green, transparent, gala,  their stems abrading her legs—apples full of
________juice and hard brown seeds and the choking waxiness of cores and bottoms dark
________as navels.

________And, in another room, the sound of a bite.


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