To a Moose
I am the sort to eat the apple whole (but the stem) because I don't like to throw away food. And this is because I am gluttonous and greedy and even proud: watch me crunch all the scaly bits that stick in my teeth.
Christ. I bite into an apple ful savourly and hit the core and swallow the unchewables. When I look down again to line up another bite, there is a dark spot and this dark spot is no seed. This spot has legs and stands in one of the furrows left by my teeth. And now that I focus, this spot has eyes that might be blinking at the light where I have torn the roof off.
Does she have family? Did she? I think back on the crunchy bits and guess and fear.