Slicing the tomato
as if the world depends
on how well the tomato
is sliced—tell me
that it doesn’t taste
sweeter, sharper,
more red.
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Slicing the tomato
as if the world depends
on how well the tomato
is sliced—tell me
that it doesn’t taste
sweeter, sharper,
more red.