Granny Smith

Look Dad! 

Look how big my bite is!

Foamy juice droplets project all ways as she manoeuvres and masticates the crispy flesh of a Granny Smith

A little hand holds up the big green ball

revealing white crater proof

You didn’t take that bite.

I did.

Confused, but certain

The chunk that was too big to chew in one helping takes up space in her left hand, affirming her knowing.

Look, here’s the bite I took

Helping himself to the apple in her right hand

He pierces green skin

Foamy juice droplets land on her face 

while the the words

“Don’t lie, your mouth is too small”

land on her heart and she wonders if she’s gone mad.