The particle board of the shelf hides
behind a shiny, clean exterior.
The guts of the apple hide
inside its waxy skin.
It is not until we bite down
into the apple, or shatter
the plywood shelf in a fit
of inspiration, that their rough
textured interiors are placed
on display. I shattered
my hand today, in a fit
of inspiration caused
by your exit: the shelves
destroyed, the half eaten apple
staining the wall behind me,
the safe and comfortable skin
of every object stripped, exposing
rough and textured interiors.
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