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?
I Wanted to Eat an Apple
I Wanted to Eat an Apple
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?