we shake the tree
and fruit
one single piece falls
it lands with a solid thump
in the grass
rolls in a half circle
and stops at our feet
it’s enough to share
and we do
but it tastes bitter
i choke down a bite
she chokes down hers
how is it, i ask
she grimaces but says, it’s good
don’t you think so, too
so this is a lie, i think
swallowing another awful bite
i think it’s great, i say,
better than anything else we’ve had
but i think about the false
sentiments in advertising
and how this is going to come back
and bite us in the ass
Words and Feathers 