After the Accident I Want to Say I Love You
Makayla Wamboldt
to the tomato bowed over
the pot from a night-bent
wind. Touching
the plant’s branches, brushing
against earth-fruit perfume.
Easing the green body
back to the bamboo. Soon
they will be sun-tart, grape-
like buttons shimmering
on the patio, Thank you to
whoever named this varietal
Champagne Bubbles. I brought it
home from the nursery to say
I love you. To the serrated knife
cutting the summer open.
I can’t know how much time
we’ll have to celebrate. Your hand
sawing into champagne fruit.
Juice-pooled cutting board. Man
standing over the juice-pooled cutting
board. Our brief life on the table.
Makayla Wamboldt
to the tomato bowed over
the pot from a night-bent
wind. Touching
the plant’s branches, brushing
against earth-fruit perfume.
Easing the green body
back to the bamboo. Soon
they will be sun-tart, grape-
like buttons shimmering
on the patio, Thank you to
whoever named this varietal
Champagne Bubbles. I brought it
home from the nursery to say
I love you. To the serrated knife
cutting the summer open.
I can’t know how much time
we’ll have to celebrate. Your hand
sawing into champagne fruit.
Juice-pooled cutting board. Man
standing over the juice-pooled cutting
board. Our brief life on the table.
Photo by Engin Akyurt