I am a tomato
Red with blood
Green with sickness
Pick me out of your teeth with your tongue
Dice me into quarters, spread my juices across
Your lips, crush me, blend me, drink me,
Watch me go rotten in the abandoned basket
Until I am grey and furry, and when you pick me up
Your fingers sink deep into my skin, as if
Nothing at all holds it together.
Throw me in the trash now that I am old and useless
The weight of your banana peels and ripped cartons of milk
Compresses me until I deflate like a balloon,
A whining sigh as I am squashed flat
At the bottom of your trash bag
Never to be tasted again