Pounded by Produce

by G.M. Fairy

That’s not a tomato at all. That’s Robert. I could recognize him in any form. It doesn’t look like Robert. It looks like a goddamn tomato, but as much as I can tell I’m a cucumber, I can tell that tomato is Robert.

He looks like a regular fucking cucumber, but I know he’s Laurent more than I know that I’m a tomato. No form could hide him from me. I’d recognize him even in the grave.

A thought dawns on me through the fog. I’m willing to die with Robert here because I know I’ll never live a life with him or with anyone. I already feel deeply for Emily—a dangerous thing since I’m not allowed to attach to anyone. I would rather be a cucumber than a human because I am more myself than ever before.

“I’ve witnessed so much life that everything seems even more confusing. The more I see, the less I know. I liked religion growing up because it gave me answers, but it no longer seems that way. Maybe I like religion just for the familiarity, to feel like I belong. I think that would be enough for me, just following the motions. I just don’t think it’s enough to judge or condemn others for living their truth instead of believing other people’s wishful thinking.”