for free
I will watch my fingers curl over
in tight swirls
sifting through dark future
looking for food
physicality to cling to.
physical
like fruit. free fruit,
fruit like trees
trees like breathe
not fruit like speak.
for those
who don't have life
in their wallets and minds
enough to understand,
by fruit I mean apples
not Apple.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem