is delicious. It’sbright and round like cherrytomatoes pulledfrom a soil bed.Gripped by twohands, with white chalklined canals running across thepalms, the flowering green, sea monstershaped stems sproutaround fingernails, andhair on the wrists ofa sunburned forearm. When I think about yoursmile, I think about home.The rain on my family farm,all season long it rains.I think about the dirt fromthe ruby-like […]
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