The Appelsystor

For AnneMarte, Rachael, Sheila and Margaret

This years apple blossom has not yet fruited,
But tonight, indoors,
As the rain pours,
We sing an apple melody.
I fish out my apple dress
And we hang knitted apples round our ears
And dance with Coxes – right hand, left hand
Remembering teeth and tits,
The Apple Sisters band is cooking
On pulp and pips,
And Annemarte raps in Swedish about sharing apples,
As Rachael bangs out corny chords,
And we cry laughing tears
As outside the fruit slowly forms

04/19