poetry and poets

Sunday, April 03, 2005


Samuel Akiva Pui-Ying Huang Skeist

Art class. Keisha sat across from me. She was always well dressed, quiet-- looked thoughtful. She could have been a model. One day she asked, “What’s your favorite fruit?” “Mangoes”, I said. Mangoes really aren’t my favorite, but apple sounds so boring and I wanted to be different. You know, special or mysterious or something…. “What’s yours?” “Apples. Apples are sexy.”

I never get it right.