“The Apple” by Justin Lacour

The Apple

You take an apple from the fruit bowl red like your lips you take a bite the apple is not a symbol just an apple until a snake enters my mind thick and black coils around & around my language crushes the muscle that makes words now it’s your turn to talk I have no stories not a thought in my head but the one long thought you invent as you go you say in this story the woman juggles the apple and the snake now another apple now another watch me you say my hands my control in this story nothing drops from the woman’s hands in this story the woman names the shadow of everything

Justin Lacour

Justin Lacour lives in New Orleans with his wife and three children.

Headshot: Kate Lacour

Photo Credit: Staff