Showing posts with label Tomato. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tomato. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Tuesday, May 19, 2009: On the Street….Sixth Ave., NYC

Our tastebuds learn to love strange textures
Gradually. The chilled formlessness of tomato,
For instance. Its ooze made me cringe. How easily
It yielded to the tooth, to my teeth.
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