House of the Tomato

If a woman wants to be a poet, she must dwell in the house of the tomato. -- Erica Jong

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Tinderstanding

Tinderstanding

The instant catches fire
like twigs,
floats off,
a skiff
of ash,
delicate,
c r u s h i n g.
I fall into
the same questions.
Rowing and rowing,
aground.
He pushes away
from the table.
Nobody gets
what they want.
Sticks left behind
by the thaw.
Ice floes melt ugly.
Dirty with the soot
we exhale,
capsized debris.
I leave quietly.
Brittle things,
stiff.
We have run out of words
to say to each other.
I read in the flickering
light.
This typo,
stuck in the machine,
intends to be
understanding.

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