I return, again and again, grazing the posts looking for good food. Sometimes rye, sometimes carrots, sometimes crab apples. The problem with apples is they ferment on the ground and I eat and eat until I am drunk with their strange fruit.
I wander around mumbling about apples and cats and sandals and flags, wondering am I the apple, am I the tree?
Sometimes it gives me a headache and I think I should not graze here. Sometimes I think the headache comes of it's own and it is only the fermented apples that bring the awareness of the ache.
Round and round.
Who has dinner ready, or did I cook tonight?
Submitted September 10, 2020 at 10:40AM by Troaweymon42 https://ift.tt/2Fj4f8n
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