“An apple a day keeps the doctor away”

she muttered,

Juice spattered as

freshly peeled skin fell

near old dusted shoes.

Serene, she sculpted

Hunched over,

apple bits touched my hands

Peels stained with brown stellates,

cascading its sides

Dark stars

dotting up and down

Chunks

carved and diced,

not an even slice

A basket of apples

each perfectly round

Shining crisp skin

Apples and hands

wrinkled, craving away.

Towards the fresh apples

I motioned

“Eat the ones that rot first”

As every morning before

crisp red apples

became

brown soft mush

She muttered

“An apple a day keeps the doctor away”