TOMATOES IN THE VIA
Red tomatoes on the floor with the mixture
Some
And the blood spilled on the asphalt reflects
the eyes of passing vehicles
a long line of heads windows And a woman's black shoes
Far from each other
painted nail His feet left
Tan
As if anyone belonged
Yet I know that somehow surrounded by tomatoes
She's my friend busted
The sister I never knew tomatoes
Blood
my sandals.
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