[homemade apple pie]

we made a homemade apple pie. this glorious terrible ruin.

deep in summer when rainwater sits hot in july puddles swamped in the north west of scotland. and it is swelling like a balloon in the oven window. its light revealing the flaky pastry. this invasive, unrelenting beam. like a spaceship casting its light on the deep empty holes of the moon. revealing a delicacy that will soon come and soon go. brushed from shirts to shed like wool on the floor. i mourn our sweet pie child. how its life momentarily made us full. now it has shrivelled to death.

after three days in the fridge.

sgh

Published by sophiegracehollis

I'm a solid girl from East London, England, now living in Scotland with my partner, Jillianne. I like to read, write, travel and play scrabble by the fire. I graduated university three years ago with a degree in English Literature. Now my work focusses on queer poetry and a heavy sense of nostalgia. I am obsessed with sand dunes, oak trees, the sea.

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