Do Apples Dream?

Apples don't fall from the tree

because science doesn't indulge in the absurd

quite like fiction does in the name of romance.

Call it inheritance laws

or the inheritance of loss;

it doesn't matter.

Calling incident an accident doesn't change much.

Gravity doesn't care

about the fallen apple's dreams

of being a hummingbird.

Muscle memory doesn't let go

of the towering shadows of the branches,

even at the cost of sunlight.

Do you think the man who claimed gravity

wondered about the bruises on the apple,

heard the muted laments of his childhood cut open?

Nothing matters as much

as the stories,

and once your stories are theirs,

what use could you possibly be?

Apples fall like they always have,

and no one wonders;

not once, not ever.

Some sell their skins and souls,

not because they want to,

but because some voices are better forgotten as noise.

The ones who couldn’t,

mend open bruises with imagined balms,

as if healing were a placebo.