My final review. My first apple.
to this day i can recall the taste of my first apple, this red grandmama, from the day i turned 13. My childhood up until then had been polio, poverty, and potatoes, and i had never been able to afford apples like the other boys had. my mouth would water just from seeing them with their golden treats on the playground and i would dream of one day finding myself with one. Finally, when my stepfather gave me 13 dimes for my 13th birthday, my fantisizing paid off, i knew just where to go!
“Smell ya later, old man!”, I yelled, grabbing my hat and running to the river market where the one-eyed apple salesman handed me my first apple (for a whopping $1.20!).
i took the first bite of what would one day propel me to stardom.
as i walked home that day i was followed by thirteen crows, a band of thieves, a stray tabby, and a magical key.
Now I stand on the conveyor of my twentieth year, living in a different country, speaking a foreign language, breathing air of mountains, not of seas, with my pockets now full from years of highly-rated and financially rewarding apple reviewing, and the same apple that i first ate all those years ago sitting at my windowsill.
i wonder: will the apple taste as sweet as i remember it (sweet as eggs, juicy as her teeth) or will the jaws of nostalgia (literally, from Greek, a pain from homecoming) clamp tightly around me (as the bars of Folsom have)? will i emerge in renaissance, in conquering, waving, impossible halcyonic victory over my own ephemerality, or fade into obscurity forever (as “Snow White and the Huntsman” surely will)? Frankly, I couldn’t care less, I’m just a video man.
Picking up the ancient apple, long re-formed, the same in my grip as before, and biting into it
remembrance reveals the swan’s art
from our roles and roles, rolls…
version/ghost answer (the veil)
silencing a remaining version
over!included nothes dances
wild cantos, lo author’s whatnot
dead project. sad project.
so remember, golden scene:
family barber magic
the folks who sent you letters
beckoning for investigation
trick yourself, taking wild by appointment
and become just water
in a stream moving forward
with nothing in the wayyyyy
living performance: aberrations,
but sweet (the key: forgetting.)
put all your old skins on a shelf
like locust husks, love them
don’t look i’m changing!
collect, go on
keep on collecting, keep on dancing
higher ground pound
the jingle plays-
instantly recalling the elation you felt the first time you did your trick.
Onward, apple lovers!