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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Prompt No. 19

My “compilation”… don’t spend too much time on feedback… just tell me the lines that seem interesting… and I’ll see if I can do anything with them…

Prompt No. 19

Always the obliqueness
What my hands will do to him
How beautiful we'd like to remember
Plates as moons, creamy and white
What you say for feeling
A tree on its knees
Beneath the wind stirring, the sky branches of trees
Behaving is proscribed action and simply the nature of
The knotted trees and roots, an overgrown part of me
I wonder about strange fruit
What are angels exactly? I think reincarnated memory
How nourished I feel by carrots
Like handholds would have saved me
The color of coolness, possibility, far-seeing
Alone between the questions?
I could feel his words like a storm system
Invisible pollen and tiny insects, hidden lives
Capable of weather, leaves an imprint
A seam going nowhere, anyone can tell
Is there a blue seam to most things?

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