I Watch Her Eat the Apple by Natalie Diaz (P.O.W.)
I was introduced to the poetry of Natalie Diaz while taking a writing class last month (more on the class to come in a later post!). We went over a few of her writings throughout the six week course and I really found myself loving the way Diaz phrases things. I admit, I had to read this poem a few times to really grasp everything which I think is okay. I'm learning that sometimes a good poem needs to be read over and over again because there is always some meaning that goes unnoticed initially or some connection that isn't made obvious right away. Anyway, enough chit chat by me, why don't you go read the poem, just click the link below!
I Watch Her Eat the Apple by Natalie Diaz
I hope you enjoyed reading the poem! Here's one of my favorite parts:
"She twists the stem, pulls it like the pin of a grenade, and I just know somewhere someone is sitting alone on a porch, bruised, opened up to their wet white ribs, riddled by her teeth— lucky."
Seriously?!?! Ah! I love it. That whole stanza gave me life.
