Still Life

by Anna Yin

Anna Yin

A painting of fruit hangs
on the wall of our living room.
Morning sun seldom comes here.
Moon offers a drowsy face.

Awake at midnight,
I find my silhouette drifting
on the waiting apples.

I mourn for them,
no better than their succulence
on a kitchen plate—
Either they face the knife
or wait to decay.

Wings Toward Sunlight, (Mosaic Press 2011)

Last updated October 24, 2018