“Tomatoes” by C. Jean Pearlstein

I unloaded the box of Costco tomatoes from the car
Perfectly round, red but not overripe, each
Fits into its appointed hollow in the plastic
Form inserted into the cardboard crate.

I bought them because they’re cheap, and
We eat lots of tomatoes
Even in the summer when we get some from the garden.
Each day I eat one, sliced on my
Sandwich, and wedged, they’re large.

As I cut them and handle them it dawns on me—they’re clones
Identical in every respect for easy harvest,
Shipping, storage and to entice buyers.

Just like at the gym, two women
One young, one much older
Working out on either side of me
My grandma breasts hang low and flat
Theirs defy gravity, identical, perfectly round,
And firm with outie nipples
Waiting to be plucked off the shelf
Taken home
And eaten.

C. Jean Pearlstein

© 2010

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5 comments

  1. lkthayer · October 20, 2010

    I just love this poem Jean! It’s so juicy!! Great piece of writing, bravo!

  2. jacquelyn · October 20, 2010

    That was hysterical. I loved it but will take a pass on eating it.

    jackie herzig

  3. Lordy · October 20, 2010

    A ripe head in a world of me me me

    Just the thought of gran smiling away on the treadmill !!!

    Nice one Jean

  4. Angela · October 21, 2010

    Great poem.

  5. Karen Ross · October 22, 2010

    I have been thinking about your poem since I read it a few days ago.
    With just a few words you have conveyed many feelings about aging and the way our culture wants everything to be shiny, glossy, uplifted and pretty.

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