I too, ate the apple. by Eve Boyle

@evekboyle writes “I, too, ate the apple, plucked red and withered from the depths of the hobnail fruit dish. Chewed mealy-sweet flesh and watched for your car in my driveway, gnawed at the core until the slurred staccato of your three beat honk. Sticky hello kisses sucked the grainy bits from between my teeth, left streaks of saliva below my earlobe. I fiddled with the radio, rash hands reclined my seat. The wind spat rain at the windshield while you brought dry palms to my thighs and mistook a kick to the cupholder for the throes of ecstasy. The passing headlights of parking lot guests painted your fingers red.”

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