Pleasure
The knife handle was antique bone;
I waited until I was alone,
then peeled an apple in my head:
the flesh stark white, the skin blood red.
I ate that apple to its core
and gathered more, then several more.
I saved the pips for another time.
Imagine this. My only crime.
Maggie Sawkins lives in Portsmouth and delivers creative writing projects in community settings. Her live literature production "Zones of Avoidance" won the 2013 Ted Hughes Award for New Work in Poetry. Her most recent poetry collection, Many Skies Have Fallen, is published by Wild Mouse Press. You can find her here: www.hookedonwords.me.
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