Tend(encies)

Watering tomato plants to whet my pallet in your absence.

If I can keep them alive so will we survive.

Ragged, skin pocked things; tired and mauled by sun and pests.

I pluck and dice to impress, a smeary mush mess.

Enter me, become part of me, only to quickly make the inevitable exit.

It is never enough, and I have never liked tomatos anyway.