How to eat a poem…

heirloom tomatoes

Don’t be polite.
Bite in.

 

Pick it up with your fingers and lick the juice that
may run down your chin.

 

It is ready and ripe now, whenever you are.
You do not need a knife or fork or spoon or plate or napkin or tablecloth.

 

For there is no core

or stem

or rind

or pit

or seed

or skin

to throw away.

 

 

Eve Merriam

 

window sill lr

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4 thoughts on “How to eat a poem…

  1. what a perfect plate for those tomatoes! and I love the simplicity of the second one of your window sill. You sure do find some great little poems and delicious ‘wordy bits’ 🙂

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