Slices of Life
A new tomato burst
beneath a blade, its juice
streaking my wrist,
mimicry of something I swore off
years ago.
Seeds scatter like liquid mercury
across the cutting board,
smallest of reminders that life spreads
even if it’s cut short, stunted.
I keep slicing,
pretending the stains
will wash off this time.
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