ripe red apple

The Applesugar Boy

Part O

 

)date(

in the Black jeansBlue shirtdenim jacket,
                          just a whole lotta jean
he guesses he’s ‘just a jean-uine guy.’
she rolls her eyes.
he smiles.
he’d like the special.
she’ll have the same.
he does
              n’t
              particularly
              like the way his face looks today.
she does.
she does
                n’t
                particularly
                like the way her voice sounds but
he does.

:hour:

              burgers in their shallow Red cages
half eaten

 

Part I

I walk around the corner
Walls: tan.
Trim: brown.
She: there.
Neck: tense.
Hands: sweat.
Eyes:
              (Walls: tan.
                                          Trim: brown.)

:weeks:

cold walk in my blue shirt denim jacket
green pants no socks the black fence and
the tan sidewalk and the coffee shop door
says pull and it is cold without gloves and
one small mocha yes please dark please
just one moment okay thank you. smile
and sit across from a green sweater and
blue pen and blue eyes under blonde
bangs and smooth voice which ordered the
same one small mocha yes please dark
please just one moment okay thank you.

:months:

phone buzz Hi
Your voice:
                            I miss your presence
                            that is all bye

 

Part II

one I
small miss
mocha your
yes presence
please I can’t stand the
Dark

 

Part III

You, a tree
I, a leaf
November.

 

Part IV

the applesugar boy
sits under
the applesugar tree
remembering

yellowwhite glow on
her tired cedar table

She hands him an apple
he doesn’t like the way the
skin sticks
between his teeth
                              the way his
                                          tongue
                                                        tingles

the applesugar boy
sits under
the applesugar tree
where the river,
She left him behind:

oxbow.

but what a gift to rest here
with the
                                          tongue
                                                        tingles
in the shade
of the
                            applesugar tree