A View To A Kill

I chopped
a ton of tomatoes
that summer,
skinned a helluva lot
of potatoes, too.
The time I sliced
my shin open
on that jalapeno can
(man, that stung)
you were so gallant
with your plastic wrap--
a regular James Bond.
We coulda been flattened
driving around
in that level F4 tornado,
but we weren’t.
We coulda run off
together that summer--
but we didn’t.

#14 of 30 Poems In November to benefit Center for New Americans.