if you ever leave me
I’m coming with you
pass me the fruit
we can shed our old skin
I won’t mind
the bitter bite
the second slice
we wasted years
not knowing
but I’ve always been curved
at your side
you build the fire
I’ll suck the marrow from the bones
We’ll be possessed with ourselves
no exorcism needed
don’t water the garden
just take a bucket to catch the rain
and maybe an apple for the road
Olive Wexler is a Literary Scout and Writer based in Brooklyn, NY. She graduated from Wesleyan University after studying English and Theatre and is interested in telling stories about the in-between of nostalgia, love, and loneliness. When she’s not writing, you can find her dancing in the kitchen with something cooking on the stove.