MATT THOMAS
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POETRY
Image by Jackson David
Yield
I didn’t want to change state.
I saw the shadow of your hand reaching and
I wanted my time.
I don’t understand chemistry,
how something can break down and become sweeter.
Only you guessed how I’d taste past the skin.
What was I before you caused me to ripen?
What do I call myself now that I have?
Matt Thomas is a livestock farmer, D.C. tech worker, and occasional community college teacher. His work has recently appeared in Tiny Seed Literary Journal and Spellbinder Literary Magazine. He lives with his partner and their teenage daughter in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, USA.
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