i have a box full of apples
and i give them without looking
i never look down
the apples seem endless
the box unravels forever in my mind
and then my hand scrapes the bottom
nails on gritty wood, clawing up dust
finally i look
and the emptiness looks back
years pass like this
and i carry my body around like an appleless crate
and people ask me for fruit and i give them splinters
i break off panels from the box
its all i have to give
i grip the last sliver of wood, it digs in
i walk forever, but i know
one day i will collapse in an orchard
one day i will look up at the open sky
and my stomach will be full.