Tomato Scent

Walked into a perfume store and smelled the new Tomato scent.
It smelled
more like the vine
than the fruit of the tomato. A sharp smell of a branch split in two.
Sticky syrup of life.

Afterwards, went to a bookstore
where the Economics section
was next to the Children’s Books section.
Evidently, it was more
for dads
to be able to keep watch
of their children with ease.

On the bus, there was a father and his son.
The son asked his father
why people were sleeping
in tents outside
when it was raining.

I don’t think it’s their choice, son, the father said.
I want to camp outside like that too, the boy said.
No, those people made some bad decisions in life, and they are now homeless, the dad said.

The son
kept looking
behind
at the tents.

The son
pointed
at the next tent
asked, “Is that a homeless person?”

He kept pointing
and pointing until
the dad told him that it was and to stop pointing.
a pen and ink drawing of tomatoes on a vine

Angela Tang is a writer based in Fairfax, VA. Her writing has appeared in the Wicked Shadow Press and in a short story anthology, “Period Pieces.” She is a first year MFA student at George Mason University. Her Instagram handle is @tangelaaang.

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