beloved nightshade

It’s so quiet. Just me and tomatoes and soft rain. My heart beats a nightshade rhythm. Ripe green, mango orange, peach fuzz, blood beet red. Striated and lobed, thin skin barely holding in a flood of tomato tears. Pare, peel, process, preserve.

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