it’s just like biting
into an apple that’s rotting,
or climbing a tree crawling
in fact the tree itself is crawling,
its roots raking up
new mud for the ghosts
to not-sleep in. it’s like biting
into an apple that’s rotting
and then chucking it into recycling.
it regenerates blindly
(softly, and then rough to touch)
and those who watch for the shift
go mad trying.
it’s like biting with all your teeth
all at once,
greedy with time and with pleasure.
it’s like biting into an apple that’s rotten,
a rotten apple, an appled rot,
a rot that is appling
and every time you bite you
lose your mind a little.