14/365 Aaron
You grew tomatoes, you smelt of them. The boys on the bus feigned respect, laughing after you got off. The rumours came quietly. I pieced it together, but never asked. Now I tend my tomatoes, thinking of you, attempting refuge.
posted by Jona at 8:13 am
2 Comments:
Hi Jona :-) I love the way tomatoes small - reminds me of my grandparents, who used to grow them. Are you the Jona who lived in Bermuda?
This is beautiful.
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