It’s something the hands learn
with practice—how thin to slice
the apples for drying, how close
to cut to the core. In the same way
the hands learn to touch a lover,
how gently, how firmly, just where.
Oh the apple. What it knows
of desire. What it knows
of bruising, of bite. Oh the hands,
what they know of precision.
Of the pleasure of practice.
Of the joy in getting it right.
Yes yes yes.
Sister in food preservation, I just adore you. I know you get it.
This must be preserved…and shared. It is so … so…so right!
thank you, friend … oh these hands, those apples, love …