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the apple song

by Emily Tong

Dear Friend,

I know you won't hear this
but oh I wish you would.
it's not complicated to admit the less than good
intentions; when's it gonna end? remember
there's a pension for the pain you create.
how I hate to pretend, I might throw all
this away and never lie awake at night again.

and I could care less for your apathy
because you've never cared about me.
friend or foe? don't criticize when there's
a plank of wood within your eyes..
it's blocking your sight.

I don't know that this is true from your
perspective, what with your selectiveness and all.

and I don't know how you find me. I don't know
how you define me. I don't know you (at all).
every time I see you, I don't know that it's
the real you; but i wish you were
beautiful. I wish you were beautiful.

not just poison inside perfection, not just
an insensate collection of eyes, ears, tongue.

and I could care less for your apathy
because you've never cared about me.
friend or foe? don't criticize. . .

sincerely, me.

11/03/2007

Author's Note: one of my friends
not the one mentioned
here) told me, when we
were discussing the
problem of apathy, that "you
wouldn't care if you
were an apple." hence the title

Posted on 11/25/2007
Copyright © 2022 Emily Tong

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 11/26/07 at 09:24 PM

i love your powerful indifference in this piece. that sort of forget you (to put politely)...i will go my own mighty way. this poem is about strength in my opinion and it is funny how so many have these opinions of us when their own worlds are often disaster areas. an essential write with great meaning. fine job emily...very fine.

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