The Best Side of Me

Tomatoes squashes and cauliflowers intrigue me immensely
with their lewd proposals
and their making the stability of my appetite burst
with the lust of their red yellow and white chewiness.
You’re chewy, I’m loony.
I dream of soft furry things with inward claws
lodged in my brain
who open when it rains.
Then whole cities built around a glob of waving squash.
We float backwards into early tickles of consciousness.
Faces pull through complicated threads of greasy smiles.
My friend peter chewing on his model airplane,
the stretched frown of my tomato nanny.
If I ever let go of this dream
my work is all over. My body releases
the captives of ten thousand labors