05.07.2025 apple

 tonight, i am a red apple      sitting in a fruit bowl on top my dining room table.

i cannot         fucking move. why am i an apple (?) 

this isn't where the apples are usually kept. i wonder, 'why am i here?'

there are no other apples with me.         maybe, there are no other apples at all.       there are only bananas:    four of them. oh, wait..         my mom,    my human mom,     just took two from the bunch and handed one to my grandmother, my human grandmother..       well..    now,   there are two bananas. 

        i am an apple sharing a bowl with two bananas on a very messy dining table. were these bananas subjected to this punishment, too? 

i wonder, 'why am i here? why are they here?'                why am i an apple?    and why am i on the dining room table? shouldn't i be inside the crisper? that's usually where nana,      my human grandmother,     keeps her apples?            so, i wonder, 'why am i here?'             

            i can see my family,           and i can hear my family     but they do not know it's me            it doesn't even seem as if they've notice that i'm not there.

did they turn me into an apple?      why would they turn me into an apple? have i          done something wrong?           will they eat me like they ate the bananas?    i wonder, 'are the bananas just like me? why are we here?'      i wish i could ask them, but      we cannot speak.

        do they see my family? the bananas,      i mean. are they my family?       did i forget who the bananas are —    were —       just like my family has forgotten about me?       i stare, unmoving and unfeeling,         at my family from inside the fruit bowl. i hope        they do not forget about me.

                         i hope they do not eat me..

maybe being an apple      sitting in a fruit bowl on top of my dining room table wouldn't seem so bad,            unless they eat me         but maybe then, i will not feel a thing            — no pain, no worries. being an apple means,       i don't have to go to work anymore. i don't have to deal with my        not-so-great co-workers      and the demanding public.

   i can just be an apple           in a fruit bowl          on top of a table.