Mercedes Lawry 


My heart aches 
to be like you, plump, wet 
and delicious. You hang 
in the dizzy sun, 
ready to burst open, 
red hot mama, never mind 
the blues, this is joy 
travelling round my tongue, 
kicking up its heels. 
The wait, the long summer evenings 
of watering, now given over 
to indulgence, mouth pleasure. 
Who imagines such wilderness 
in a tomato? 

Copyright 2000, Mercedes Lawry 

Mercedes Lawry has been publishing poetry for twenty-three years in such magazines as Fine Madness, Seattle Review, Madison Review, Hawaii Pacific Review and Switched-on Gutenberg.  She's received an Artist Trust GAP Grant and a residency at Hedgebrook.  She has also published stories for children. 

Switched-on Gutenberg/Vol. 4, No. 2