whatever is on my mind: questions of faith, problematic emotions, meditations on trees/sky/geese, intriguing ideas, books and stories and shows, conversations and quarrels, people and places
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Suddenly the pear-like flavor of the apple strikes me. Yellow skin, brown freckles, the scar-star of brown bursting from around a long, slender stem--have disappeared down my throat. My teeth and thirsty tongue subtract apple from apple. A sculpture remains, yellows in the swarm of air. I remember--its name.