A Favorite Snack Poem by Mel Reyes

A favorite snack
Mel Reyes

When people form a circle
and chat to their pals
I intervene
to at least hear what they're saying

They talk of yesterday
the past
eventful days
Things I never manage

The talk then flows
When they spot me
The short Emo girl
With no words to talk
With no face of interest

They ask me unexpected questions
They ask me of my daily fun
I remember of one in particular
A girl of 15
She asked me of my favorite snack
Was she foolish?
Or knowledgeable of my lack of speak?

With an uncertain tone
I start

Apples
I say
They look at me oddly

'What kind? '
The red ones
'Why? '
Because they taste great

As odds are
I like the fruits of a song
Heard of apples and bananas?
Insert me and a salad of both
and you've got my true answer

The red apple mystifies me
It's shiny shell
The skin of blood colored mystery
It's inner taste when bitten
The devastation of when it's finished

Then I look for another
repeat

Did you know
as I've heard
That God's of death
Like apples too?