Hang On
written by: Vaishnavi Pusapati
Hang on, last apple pie.
Hang on, last apple,
on the last apple tree,
in the last apple grove—
graveyard of sweetness.
When you fall, like your sisters,
the final seed will vanish
into the ground—hellward,
or homeward—who can tell?
I wonder if the first sin is avenged,
if the world, with its single tree
and single fruit, waits for the last
bite, the last breath.
Hang on, last apple.
Witness me.
Witness you.
Dr. Vaishnavi Pusapati is a poet, previously published in 22 journals including Drabble, Dreich, 50 word stories, Molecule, Five Minutes, Havik, Friday Flash Fiction, Micro fiction Monday, Wingless Dreamer, among others.
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