tomatoes?
she asks me. we could grow
tomatoes,
and lettuce,
maybe stalks of corn.
what do you think about that?
maybe move
to the country where we can
have a small
farm
with pigs and cows,
a few
chickens for fresh eggs.
we could
live off the grid. be free.
i lower
the newspaper
to look her in the eyes.
she has beautiful eyes.
they're green
like shards of glass
from broken pop bottles
on the street.
i love you, i tell her.
and go back
to reading.
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