Monday 16 September
‘No stealing!
No stealing! No stealing our vegetables!’ — a child’s voice in the community
gardens.
In my stilted house
woken by the spit-spit-spit of sprinklers
the wet drum of
water
on broad leaves
I watch the visitors
from behind slotted dark glass
in a house that should be empty
I am a secret.
Thieves bold as
daylight pluck
eggplant
snakebeans
Brazilian spinach
and make a
getaway.
I see the thieves
and become one.
I take tomatoes
smooth skins explode under the crush of my teeth
my taste buds exclaim -
this fruit is real.
Now I have two cherry tomatoes worth of bad karma.
I have
an eye on a chilli
I see it is hot for me!
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