Tailors Turn into Apples

Yeah, well, same to you
but more of it — whatever
you’re dishing out.

Hay is for horses,
not for me, and you’ll
never be an apple.

A stitch in time
saves nine tiny tailors
who live in my pocket.

Eventually, the tailors
turn into apples, nestle
in the center of my eyes.

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