A Poem I (mostly) stole from someone else

Grape tomatoes are not extremely pricey
but I have never had one.

I am told that something in them
gives the illusion of gently lapping
at a rubber tree with a liquid core,
a latex bomb with water inside,
always about to burst.

In those moments no taste emerges
except that sugared savor of expectation and tension,
like the first time of reaching for a hand to hold
or the icy rush of saying goodbye and then
reaching for the door:
that escape from solitude
or else its wintry pole.

A wise person, I am told,
will sometimes nearly
bite
into
a grape tomato
only to place it back in its carton
at the last second.

Strawberries and
cherry tomatoes
also do not cost very much.
They too come in little cartons.
I suppose they do much
of the same kind of thing,
although they may be less expensive.