Bee Morris

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.