THE SENSUAL ART OF TOMATO SLICING
by Maren O. Mitchell
Approach expectantly with a thin blade,
long enough to cross the body.
Take your time.
The tomato, succulent salvation of sandwiches,
useable from skin through flesh to seeds,
will tell you where to cut.
No need to chisel, freeing the sculpture within.
Let the knife descend unerringly.
Slices fall upon one another,
wet velvet bound by circular selvage.
Leave nothing. Capture
the escaped liquid and imbibe
the promise of pleasure to come.
Author’s Comment: I love healthy tomatoes. Slicing them, although destructive, is pleasing. I agree with advertising, one can make love to anything.
Bio: Maren O. Mitchell’s poems have appeared in The Arts Journal, Appalachian Journal, Echoes Across the Blue Ridge and The Journal of Kentucky Studies, and she has work forthcoming in The Journal of Kentucky Studies and Southern Humanities Review. She has worked as cataloger at the Carl Sandburg National Historic Site in Flat Rock, NC, and lives with her husband and two cats in the North Georgia Mountains.