this is a maiden
who tames.
she shows her teeth.
there are apples
in her eyes.
they fall
from the tree
before they are ripe.
before she knows it,
the bees have arrived
and are drunk. on her.
on this fruit. this sugar.
things brown so quickly.
she cut corners in loving you.
she lies still in the grass,
reaches heavenward,
and closes her eyes.
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