revealing
I stand at the counter
working to peel
the sticky little label
from an apple
not always easy
so it is when I pick
at memory’s edge
a fingernail helps—
with small incursions
I raise a corner
and the recollection
peels back
images flood in—
just like the apple
some are crisp
ready to slice and chew
I uncover rotten spots,
and excise those, too
an apple a day
keeps the doctor away
does this apply
to memory? does
the saying hold true?
2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.
the heart of the matter 
I love so many of your poems. I look forward to your book of poems to savor over and over again, friend!
Love,
Penelope
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One day, you will have it! Working toward it. 💜
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I love this one. It speaks to me. I am taking a more serious turn at writing my book about my deaf/blind cousin and our time together and I¹m trying to remember details that are just kinda hidden under that sticker. You nailed it. I¹m smiling. Have a beautiful day. Thanks for your poetry. XO Sylvia
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I’m glad this one touched you! I’m delighted you are working on your writing. Love, Amrita
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