In honor of the tomato’s now sullied reputation I resurrected this

tomato

“If a woman wants to be a poet, she must dwell in the house of the tomato.”
Erica Jong

Tomato at my doorstep
Declares itself mediator
Talking tomato silenced on the cutting board
Ruptured flesh speaks foreign language
Gentle tomato smiles wounded
Blood meets acid tongue
Blood travels cracks of cemented heart
Alters topography
Maps reconciliation
Submits to vital organs
Submits to absorption
Sacrificial tomato is reborn
In blood and bone
Hospitality of natural law