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?


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