fear is a deer

2 July 2009 § 1 Comment

Sometimes i don’t write because what is most important to me isn’t ripe yet, like the tomatoes that look like they could be so sweet, surely they’re ready, they just forgot that they were going to turn red. Other times i only think so, like the grape tomatoes that you think are going to be red but really are orange and so ripe they fall into your hand if you think about ’em too hard, and pop sweet like candy unwashed, and then it’s too late.

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