Gala Apples

Everyday, I sound more like my mother. 
I offer apples and receive the core—

Maybe I’ll plant the seeds tomorrow. 

      I just wanted to be kind.
              Please,
                               
                                           (please)
                             
    Let me be gentle.

                 Let me be

                               Let me be stained with
                                     The knowing of it.
🪲🍎🧸
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