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Cherry Bombs
Mar 22, 2022
Such small worlds,
one inch, maybe two,
red as a tiny Mars
or yellow; a flaring sun.
My taste buds explode,
tartness painting a
startled tongue, fleshy
pulp, sour and sweet
rides an umami wave
plunging down my throat.
I am eating summer,
offspring of a green
boned vine. Luscious orbs,
popping, until my stomach
gurgles no more — -no
more — no more tomatoes.
MacQueens Quinterly January 2022
