for free 
I will watch my fingers curl over
in tight swirls
sifting through dark future
looking for food
physicality to cling to.
 
physical 
like fruit. free fruit, 
fruit like trees 
trees like breathe 
not fruit like speak.
for those 
who don't have life 
in their wallets and minds
enough to understand, 
by fruit I mean apples
not Apple.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    