Amaranth

Pretty short on poignancy.
But I did cry at that show when she sang about you being gone and everywhere.
And the tomatoes.
Oh yep the tomatoes.
Swollen and surprised 
Getting round and weird.
I bet they feel only requited longing
And I bet they strut.

I saw a woman so beautiful that I 
Started to measure my movements.
Swooping low to duck a branch
And lifting the clusters of tomato 
in a twine sling and securing 
To the trellis like I’d done it many times.
Imagining her seeing me and noticing the way my back looked. 
She spoke to me for a long time. 

I went home with multiple bouquets 
And I fried the fallen green fruits 
Until they were crispy and luscious.
Crinkle melt.

I thought about her eyebrows. 

I’ve been dressing as if she might see me. 
I think we’ll cross paths and I want to be glowing.