I chew my apple slowly,
listening to the palinoia of jaws cracking
and teeth grinding over and over again.
I peer through the gall
and wormwood of grime on the window pane
at beech leaves fringed with frigid lace.
A stain of brilliant orange burns my face,
halfway between the curtain
and the dipping sun.
Outside, gulls dive,
cinched by the wind.
I pause, dazzled by the glint of my vintage ring.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
Image from a painting by Sharon Sprung found on Pinterest