* Alchemy Farmhouse *


Mothering
July 2, 2007, 10:07 am
Filed under: poetry

I think I killed my tomato plant today

salsa, pickles, and beefsteaks

never to materialize.

Snapping of the stalk so loud

my breath caught,

like the flash of a whip or the pain of a spine.

The 14 little babies—

pea green and firm as knuckles,

growing from the

butter-colored flowers

Sad, aborted mission they never

volunteered for.

Running parallel to the vein

of the non-existent third

inside of me,

also finished before it started.

No accidental tearing of limb that time,

just answered prayers and

unpaid bills taken into account.

Now the severed branch sits

in a jar of water

hoping to ripen its young,

like the other casualty never can.

 

 

 

 

 

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