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

together

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.