Abstract apple
Tumbling toward torment
Eyes cast up, big and brown
Freckles on her nose
Messy braids, a stalk of hay in one
my farm girl from the city
She curls her fingers around mine
and pushes up on her toes
rubs her nose against mine
kisses me
loves me
and bounds off with my heart in her pocket.
-rjm
2015
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Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
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