this post is not about tomatoes. although by the very act of inserting a photograph (however manipulated it may be) of last night’s salad of reed avocado, romaine lettuce & beefsteak tomatoes (farmer’s market! $1.00 lb.! huge!) sauced with an easy vinaigrette (albeit store-bought, go ahead ‘spank my hind with melon rind’ [thank you berkeley breathed]) it could tangentially be about tomatoes, their color, their lusciousness, their fruit-y sweetness & juicy sensuousness (their slightly naughty, slick, cool, dripping seeds.) i’ve read that homo sapiens are sexually attracted to round shapes (buttocks, biceps, breasts/pectorals) & who hasn’t thought to themselves (& possibly out loud) “that’s one hot, juicy tomato, something i could (would, given half the chance) really sink my teeth into, ’til its freshness <runny, ripe, sweet-tasting> satiated my desire (a romance novel.)
no, that’s not what i wanted to talk about this morning, but when you see that tomato red plopped so enticingly against the fresh pale green of the hearts of romaine lettuce & peeking out from below the ’70s (avocado green) smoothness (all bell-bottoms & platform shoes) the only thing you can do is give into its texture; anticipating the crunch, the velvety satin slick against your tongue (the tart vinaigrette a delicious counterpoint, a love slap egging you on, just a touch of food porn) all bursting between your shiny lips, complete abandonment, head-shaking, goose-bump producing, a love shudder.
no, what i wanted to say today, what came to me when i finally fell out of it this morning, was how wonderful it is to cleanse your mind by letting your thoughts drift away, the anxieties, the neuroses, even the happiness; breezily free of thought, your feet off the ground, a lift of aerodynamic physics propelling you through a soft uninterrupted nothingness. it’s not day-dreaming, no, it was nothing. sweet, luscious, tomato-red nothing.