Lantern Review: A Journal of Asian American Poetry
Issue 4 | Winter 2012
In case the bees don't come,
the nine dwarfs surround one crabapple. Science often fails in this harem. M9 is a rootstalk: empirically this part of the tree grows only five feet. M9 doesn't know apples, it only knows size, it only knows time— two to three years. One fourth is genetics—classless, the other, fruit: Red Delicious, Royal, Richard or the destitute Golden and Granny Smiths. Names, names, names, names, names. I only estimate weight, market price and profit margins. Apple trees don't know who they are,
the graft thinks it knows.