If the only apples left in the world

were ‘granny smiths’,

I’d never eat another apple again,

you won’t find them in any of my

apple pies,

Green apples?

not I,

thanks to you

and the enforced

‘granny smith’ years;

they were an organic diet pill

in your twisted mind,

to me they are the essence

of my life with you,

unsatisfying,

cold,

bitter.