McIntosh

Pale yellow light pops on

when the door whooshes open.

Eager eyes peer inside,

in search of the perfect one.

"Pick me!"

I know I'm damaged,

but I'm just as good as them,

"Pick me!

You won't regret it!"

I've been dropped a few times,

rolled around too much,

bullied one or twice,

but I'm not useless.

Sometimes bruised apples taste the sweetest.