Aurora 2024

Al Groves

the sticky thick consistency of my spit and the morning taste in my mouth, however, the apple will start to get impatient “oh please please PLEASE!!! I need you! I want you!” it will call and I’ll sigh a bit and roll my eyes but nonetheless walk over to it after a stretch of the arms taking in a deep sniff as the apple quivers in anticipation and I’ll smell nothing except the vague metallic smell of my own hand and getting impatient the apple will call out “oh please!! don’t tease me so!! I need you!!! I want you!!” and with another sigh I will part my lips and bring it to them and then devour it whole. and pick it up with my left hand and press it up against my nose

I will then sit back on my bed stare at the yellowing walls and wait, listening for the rush of bile

to come up my throat and sting my tongue in an acid wash.

And from the bucket I keep next to my bed the malformed mush of apple will call out “I am Jonathan Edwards!!”

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