my grandmother
used to sit on a small stool
in the kitchen
with a bucket between her knees
and peel apples
for pies.
slowly she'd spin the apple
against the knife.
she said that the letter
the shavings
formed when falling to the floor
would tell you who
you'd marry in this life.
she was often
more wrong than right.
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