Becki Hawkes reads an excerpt from "Apple Lover", now available in Wrongdoing's first issue

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TEXT:

My favourite kind of apple? I place my palm
against your hair, press until both of us are anointed
with apple, crushed close, held

by the scent of the green apple
shampoo you started using
after I told you how the right apple

can throw you off completely, burst new buds
in your mouth, make you bleed, sweat, pray
for each torn crisp hit of sugar, squeezed out

by your very own teeth. I love
the hand-sized promise of them. I love Braeburn, Jazz,
Granny Smith. I once saw five Red Admirals, wings vivid as hearts

drink from the same fallen Bramley,
saw their long tongues, dreamed I could feast too

READ THE REST in ISSUE 1