TO TOMATOES
David Spierling
Tomato juice has the same
pallor as my blood; the seed
-filled pulp gives me cells
strength, each seed bolsters
a dream, adds light to darkness,
sticks in my gizzard cutting however
whatever passes; the seeds give
my bone marrow fiber; after
a tomato meal, I stretch my legs
feeling the fiber-strength release
from my bones; the fiber-feel
goes through my formless heart, turning
it to a tomato shape with
sharp hips up-pointing
and broad smiling supportive under curves.
