A Different Kind Of Speaking

Poems by Richard Moomjian


At Its Core

You cannot tell
from just looking 
at the skin
of an apple- 
a beautiful mix,
streaking red and yellow,
shining in its wax dress-
that it is rotten at its core,
brown and mushed, 
with hardly any
substance at all. 
Sorry to say
that the only way 
to find this out 
in any one 
is to take a bite.