Lines Composed While Watching My Mother Buy Tomatoes by Bee Morris
Lines Composed While Watching My Mother Buy Tomatoes
Bee MorrisI 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.
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SHARED WITH GRATITUDE
This poem appeared in DEAR Poetry Journal, Issue 2.
ABOUT BEE MORRIS
Bee Morris is a poet living in South Florida. A finalist for the 2020 Kingdoms in the Wild Poetry Prize and runner-up for the Miracle Monocle Award for Young Black Writers, their recent work appears or is forthcoming in OxMag, Olney Magazine, No Contact, and elsewhere. They also run the newsletter Blackout Fascinations: blackout.substack.com. (Source)
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