a poem every day (or something close to that)
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Tomato seeds
under the knife
the tomatoes separated into shining red doubloons,
the kitchen breathes quieter
between each slice
nearly convincing me
I had strawberries at my fingertips
as the tabletop mumbled over seeds,
I was nearly deceived.
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