Apple for Texas

For me, it was Cummings' love poems that mattered. Here is a little poem I made (with him in mind I realize) for my friend, Texas. I cannot help myself. She's adorable.

Apple

As you bite
into it I thank
the green apple –
just hard enough
to make the tendons rise,
the way they do
sometimes, in your
slender neck – for showing
how you’re put
so beautifully together.

I am working on the leap between the dashes -