sorry grapefruits

but you have passed your usefulness for this season

appladay

a large backlog of apples at my disposal, i bit first with dulled knife, finally with sharpened teeth. slices, juices, shards of skin ripped between molars. stem and seeds cast off, fruit eaten.

the fight for five continues

the people have begun to speak. some have embraced its value. soon understanding will spread wider. steady progress occurs daily. eventually, all happenings will become fived.

sort of like dust

for one, two, three seconds it stops. then the snowfall returns and the atmosphere sparkles once again. the flakes hop through the sky, half rain. on every surface they cling in a thin sheet. icy steps, each flake tickles as it melts.