Peeling Tomatoes
Plunge your eyes beneath the bubbling water.
You feel the thud.
You always think you know
Until the blood
Is on your cheekbone.
She is covered thick.
You only see so far through all.
You see far less than you assume.
You are growing old
Beside the world.
A shocking mystery
Is peeling out your sight
As ripened raw tomatoes,
Filling leaking flattened lungs
And hastening
Your pulse
To lively
Lethal tempos.
Her lips are saying
More than she is speaking.
- 6/2/25
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