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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What Matters

Tori--I wrote something different here in response to a piece of artwork I saw last night at the Lawton Gallery: Gender and Art exhibit...what doyou think. Does it make sense?

What Matters

We are made of matter
and it matters
that everyone is someone.
Every someone, matters.

What’s the matter?
You don’t like the color of some one’s skin
or the dress they are wearing,
presenting a beard, converse tennies with a pink scarf?

It doesn’t matter if a man at the beach
has thin new-moon scars where breasts once were
and a beard. But he matters to me,
and whether you know it or not, to you.

Privacy matters, especially at the airport
where a woman pays to board a plane
TSA scans her body, blurts out

“What’s that in your pants? I have to pat it down”.
The woman is weaponless and feels violated.

My eyes matter thinking about this
Listen up, we matter to each other
Every one’s matter is different
I matter
You matter
They matter
We matter


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