Pins And Needles Poem by Kale Beaudry

You remind me of that velvet sewing tomato,
irrevocably bulging with pins
and
needles.
No real purpose at all-just sits there,
consistently jammed full of sharp objects that
make
you
bitch. It's not even real velvet, either,
simply a fabric that I don't remember the name of nor
really
care
for. Even if the pins and
needles
are used
to repair,
revive
or
remedy...

you're still just a sour unrealistic non-velvet tomato left with more empty holes than the leather belt of the universe's largest man.