Lines Composed While Watching My Mother Buy Tomatoes

I want to die laughing next to you. I do.

You're wrong, you're all wrong, the sky is blue because.

The plants are watered green because.

That silver hair on your head,

so many impossible strands!

Good morning, my sense of taste & wonder.

Today I feel like pineapples on sale.

My flesh devastatingly raw & still sweet,

breathing deep with Sunday lungs.

The first bite of fresh tomato, sliced & seasoned.

A bowl of salsa we eat in the kitchen, standing up.