[The First Tomato]

Six months ago we spoke of this,
eating tomatoes over the cutting board, I mean,
sea salt crystallized on the tips of our tongues.

I have to admit that I did not help build the planters,
or put the fragile plants in the ground,
or even water. Not even once.

I admit I just wanted to wrap my hand around the freckled
     heirloom and pull it off the vine.
I just wanted to watch you slice the fruit into even pieces,
     raising the ripest section to my mouth.

In six months we have done many irreparable things to
     each other.
Forget the fights. Stand at the kitchen counter with me. May
     we never tire
of exclaiming over what we’ve made, despite: Something
     small and beautiful and bursting.