12 September 2010


Lekach 9/12

Apples make a cork noise – a screw down into the wine neck noise
and the metal slice goes through the skin – it is popping
it is splitting – separating – a pulling wound that is red
and it is coating in honey and filling the plates

It smells like fall – like leaves on the sidewalk and the rain falling
over the grasses

Tongue burns the white brown and the golden mass fills the cells
it makes everything burn brighter – makes your nose
skim the surfaces for familiarity – each section leaves
a noise on the surface of the ceramic plate

Each core squares firmly on the wooden plane – and sits
darkly holding its seeds

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