- Meditations on a Mostly Tree-Nut Diet
Today, I ate just ivory-textured almonds & unblemished apples. Immaculate consumption is a sign of leisure, but today, I think: it’s difficult, engaging whatever states one prefers to avoid. As gravity brings things not only close but in unflinching orbit, one becomes one’s own ellipses, cycling. Suddenly I think of every spring, the peepers at the vernal pool, who sing and die . . . and sing. I cannot get over that earthy thought. The almonds are finished, but one damaged apple remains and I hold it up as if to say I will eat also your bruises. [End Page 355]
AARON HAUPTMAN is a poet and physician. He has work recently published or forthcoming in Bellingham Review, Borderlands: Texas Poetry Review, the 2017 Hippocrates Prize Anthology and other places.