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We Eat the First Tomato
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Sarah Sadie


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So ripe it falls right 
into your hand, a love-apple 
snug as a baseball. 

We slice thick wheels and eat, 
deep in each other’s eyes.
Love, you know 

all of time could stop
at just this first-bite moment.
Constellations rivet into place. 

All the delectable, buttery red,
the potent tang, savor, and holy 
mouthwatering smack.

From deep underground
a slow, heavy door scrapes open.

Eat every seed, slurp 
every last scrap of flesh,
until the table is again bare.

 

 

This poem first appeared in Madison Magazine.
Used here with the author’s permission.

Purchase a framed print of this poem.

Sarah Sadie lives in Madison, Wisconsin, with her husband and two children. She co-edits the poetry magazine Verse Wisconsin, and is the author of two chapbooks: Quiver and Given These Magics.

 


New comments are closed for now.
Buckner14:
You certainly capture the experience. I can taste and feel it now!
Posted 06/07/2011 11:51 AM
mimi:
holy, mouthwatering smack...those 3 words say it all! perfect!
Posted 06/07/2011 08:07 AM
LRL:
especially love those last two paragraphs. thank you for those sounds and images.
Posted 06/07/2011 07:32 AM
LRL:

Posted 06/07/2011 07:31 AM
jeanie:
mmmmm.... can't wait for those thick and holy wheels! mouthsmacking poem, sarah!
Posted 06/07/2011 06:39 AM


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