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Olivia Cameron
An Apple a Day
Olivia Cameron
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Fiona Apple taught me how to be a woman.
took me into her orchard, cut herself open, right down the middle, with a sharp, sticky knife.
she fed me her seeds, popped them in my mouth one by one. striking a key pianoing down my esophagus landing in my stomach.
she must have soaked them in kerosene, because they stoked that fire in my belly. the fire i extinguished over and over again, for years and years, until her voice hit my ears for the first time.
Fiona Apple taught me how to be an apple pie.
slice yourself into pieces, serve yourself up with vanilla ice cream and a warm smile as you watch them choke on the very seeds that gave you fire.
