My Half of the Apple

You’re eating my half of the apple
and I’ve a right to my own mistakes.
I marked off
where you were to stop eating
but you kept on
and now something in you
is mine. And you’re making
my mistakes. If I’m to choose
plums tomorrow, you’ll choose pears.
There it is. And the pears
will be green. And there you’ll be
sick with my sickness
and I’ll be well, out in the sun
making up smiles. So next time
stop. You’ve your own mistakes to count,
let me keep mine. Not that it’s greed,
3 only a kind of right.