According to the NY Times, " ... here is the start of the poem “Roma,” by the Oregon poet Matthew Dickman ..."
It is splendid, what tomatoes have the ability to inspire!
Last night my neighbor was looking a little enlightened,
you know, the way bodies do
after spending the afternoon having sex
on an old couch while responsible people are suffering
with their clothes on in cubicles and libraries.
He had that look vegetables get
in really nice grocery stores where the tomatoes aren’t just red
they’re goddamn red!
What to do with the tomatoes can be found here.
The bursting bruised purple red of these tomatoes are such a contrast with this morning's sparkling blue sky, which carries not a hint of bruising from history or humanity, er, rather, perhaps, inhumanity?
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No more cubicles and libraries for me!
So, has V found a club where he can sit in?
It's getting a little warm here at Fox Home. Just sayin' ;)
No such thing as a club in C'town. It is deader than doornails here on weekends, particularly at night.
Love, C.
T -- But in the best way! :)
Love, C.
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