Listen to Christine Fellows read “Appleseeds”
What better food
than apple seeds — the fruit
within the fruit — locked in
like counter-curved twin
hazelnuts?
— Marianne Moore
Stillness interrupted —
soft-soled shoes skim linoleum, passing —
learns a rhythm over time
Together with the elevator, the intercom,
your unconscious breath finds traction in the din,
Leaning in
Time confined —
lunch carts clog the corridor, scattering —
learns to break the surface
Ruling out the bleeping machines, the nurses,
your unconscious seeks its counter-curved twin,
Locking in
