I Wanted to Eat an Apple
I Wanted to Eat an Apple
But not just any apple.
I wanted to eat one right off the tree,
Sweetened by rain that might
Have fallen on me. So I picked one
The worms and wasps had eaten
Less than they had the others,
And bit into the unmarred place
The size and color of a baby’s cheek.
As I ate carefully all the flesh
That had been left for me,
No angel drove me from the orchard,
If you can call two or three
Scrawny apple trees an orchard.
So why when I was finished did I feel
I had sinned so grievously?