Here's a little soliloquy I wrote:

Ich liebst du, applen




I am the lonely apple. Surrendered to the fruit bowl desert. How I want to be eaten. Eat me, eat me now. Squeeze me. Look, at me, I'm glowing in my waxy goodness. My Juicy goodness. Sometimes I hear you say -

"Sometimes I like apples. Sometimes I don't. Apple pie I could eat endlessly".



Oh yes, I'd be your apple pie. How we could change the world together. My pulpy, warm mess mashed in your mouth. Yes, du monde. My soft white flesh (if not, so plainly dressed).

Perched ever so carefully, ever so watchingly, in my empty bowl. This bowl, how it used to be filled with so much promise. So full of fruit, so full of bursting goodness. I once had a friend for a banana. But no, you just squeezed its dry, incumbent flesh, and left me here, all alone and glowing. (Waiting for you, yes, waiting for you. I'll be here. My shiny apple goodness.)

I sing a duet with the teacup. The teacup hears my song, and comes along. But the teacup is ceramic and inedible. It's incredible, that we don't belong together, the teacup and I. Yes, we live in different worlds, the teacup and I. You drink from its lips, but I could never be a cup to thee. Oh how I wish you would crunch my apple goodness.

I'd grow soft for you, if I could. Soft in my fruity fleshiness. You laugh, but it is the promise I make to you. The loveliness of my sin. Eat me, eat me now. How I want to be eaten. Look, at me, I'm glowing in my waxy goodness. Full of promise.

But I'm no banana. You left me in the kitchen, all alone; in my world there's silence, bar the hum of the fridge, and my ill-fitted teacup friend; left in my fruity goodness. Here I stare at you as you slurp your cups of tea, and wait.