The Kitchen | Revelation

If I were an apple,
what would you use (how would you undo me?)
to reveal me?
A paring knife
passing just under the skin
with surgical precision?

Or the domestic peeler,
an obvious choice,
with the ergonomic grip handle
just marking the surface
leaving small red lines
against white flesh;
leaving strappy fringe
scattered on the counter.

Maybe the sections
of the tin corer
would segment me,
my limbs from the center
of pith and seeds.

But what if
I were wrapped
in brown translucent paper?
Day-Glo verde  (vermillion) shoots
sprouting from the bulb.
The chef’s knife
cuts in two
the cellulous layers
of an onion.
Who would cry?
Me
or You?

this way to the living room
this way to the bedroom