to be a TOMATO! burst on a sidewalk in mid-summer heat. dropped from the grocer’s cart, the mother’s hand, the child’s grasp. people stroll past, their boots/heels/sneaks inches from my melting mush, my tight burst skin.
i’m the definition of red, it don’t get no redder. i’ll be a stain on this spot til the day that i’m not. the sun’s hungry for me and i’m singing swelling smiling for her.
it’s any day in july and i feel fine. finer than fine, i’m thoughtless and free.