When I call you my slut
it's only a small apple label:
"fuji 94017 organic"
easily peeled and discarded
at lunchtime
your mind on other things.
When you call yourself my slut
the apple becomes suddenly aware
of its own deliciousness
and offers up its crisp
sweet flesh
to be eaten.
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