A favorite snack
Mel Reyes
When people form a circle
and chat to their pals
I intervene
to at least hear what they're saying
They talk of yesterday
the past
eventful days
Things I never manage
The talk then flows
When they spot me
The short Emo girl
With no words to talk
With no face of interest
They ask me unexpected questions
They ask me of my daily fun
I remember of one in particular
A girl of 15
She asked me of my favorite snack
Was she foolish?
Or knowledgeable of my lack of speak?
With an uncertain tone
I start
Apples
I say
They look at me oddly
'What kind? '
The red ones
'Why? '
Because they taste great
As odds are
I like the fruits of a song
Heard of apples and bananas?
Insert me and a salad of both
and you've got my true answer
The red apple mystifies me
It's shiny shell
The skin of blood colored mystery
It's inner taste when bitten
The devastation of when it's finished
Then I look for another
repeat
Did you know
as I've heard
That God's of death
Like apples too?
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