24 August 2006 | Vol. 6, No. 2
The Apple and I
A lapse in judgement.
Bread-like, god-like.
We had to hate for a time, and then—
Her dress left the window.
They're a couple now.
Penis, do you have an answer?
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Like your dress, the lime one.
I watch two workers steal the sun.
Let's repair it.
With residue of spices, it's you
who knows best.
It's not to exist