A woman who says she is
your sister knocks on your door
with a basket of apples
on her arm. She remembers you,
she says, from before,
from another time when things
were very different, both of you
so young when all of it happened, all of it
so long ago. She’s ready now, she says.
The circle could be unbroken
if only you
would do
what Jesus would do.
And I brought you these,
she says, feeling around
in the basket of apples for the roundest
reddest shiniest one. Go ahead,
she says. Take it. Take a bite.
Just one bite and swallow
and it can all
be put right.