frowning a frown- i notice
my beer gut-
gotta decide which to do first:
white vinegar smelly onion,
plump pulpy Toe- mater. or
lettuce.
“you’re vine ripened, YO! ”
i grab you and scream:
“Still got yer’ stem,
doncha? ” i squeeze the ball
hard. I see seeds. squirtin
juice.
right then, i put my fist through
the window.