flaubert

by Paul Hanson Clark

i have one moment in my life that i return to

when i was hungover working at zio’s doing some food prep work & there was a tomato that looked like a heart & i set it aside to look at

then i cut myself & was bleeding & i started looking at this tomato heart wondering why i was working at zio’s cutting myself

& i felt like i MUST leave zio’s and get in my car and drive to new orleans & talk to eva

but then i became paralyzed by some strange fear that if i did that i would have what i wanted & still be miserable

it dawned on me i would probably never do anything that was important to me

& i would just do shit like cut myself while looking at heart shaped tomatoes for the rest of my life

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