Inside Her

She wondered what happened to all those seeds: the

nutty tomato sucked from her teeth, the

strange polyps of peppers, all that

cucumber slough, inert and passing through wanting

not her but her soil to propagate, unlike the

purposeful spermatozoa currently

surfing her peristaltic wave into the

acidic roil of her stomach seeking

non-existent eggs and perhaps

passing other men’s seeds as they are all

swept into her dark bowels where, lo, they meet

more blind swimmers struggling

upwards against the flow and

all going “WTF?” and she

couldn’t help it but burst out laughing on the

crowded train.