Alejandra Berber (Septermber 19,1992 / Lynwood, California)
Grasping the knife by the blade,
I pranced it around the carrots
chopping them into minuscule pieces.
The tomatoes then surrendered into my palms
letting my fingers plunge into its serene skin,
while the knife swiftly penetrated in.
The suffocated grilled orange then followed.
My nails gently peeled the surface off,
slowly moisturizing with the excess juice.
I stop only to praise the delight they bring,
Imagining smiles on those who nibble on them.
The pot snarls as I simmer the vegetables.
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