Apples

Mealtime at the infirmary.
A nurse hands out silver spoons
to all the old men who've forgotten how to eat
but can still carve their names on walls.

*

Voices saying, Who do you think you are?
and, What do you have to lose?
quarreling inside the head of a plastic doll.

*

Ghosts haunting an orphanage
waiting for adoption.

*

My own ghost
waiting for me.








Donavon Davidson's work was recently short listed for the erbacce-prize from erbacce-press.  His poems have appeared, or are forthcoming, in: Moria, Identity Theory, ditch, FRiGG, Thirteen Myna Birds, Spork, Softblow, Juked, Pedestal, MiPOesias, Anti-, Stirring, Word Riot, and many others.