This is my tomato organ.
My heart tells me when there are too many rules,
My tomato tells me, where there is beauty and juiciness,
It's in the center of my chest.
Like first aid unto my mind;
Clean sheets.
If I could distill these experiences
Into a raw energy equivalent,
I could exhibit the circuit
That runs through the days,
I could see my hope powered,
My growing, healing attention for the hours,
My Affection for my life
swelling.