“Adam’s Apple Pie,” a recipe


– 1½ cups sugar.
– 2 hands (his) marinated overnight inside the woman you caught him with.
– His eye, the wandering one, al dente.
– The time he told you no one would ever love you as much as he did, meat-cleaved into a teaspoon of pulp.
– A bouillon cube of their sweat.
– The apple, plucked from his throat, then cored.
– His heart (if it is not a myth) browned over the rotisserie.

Best enjoyed without utensil, just claw and gorge.

Prep: As long as it takes.
Cook: Until it doesn’t burn.
Serves: Him. Right.