today i missed you in tomatoes

because there was this one time
i told you to buy a carbon steel knife
and i said
but dont use it on tomatoes
and you said
but i only cut tomatoes
and i thought that was funny
and i know you thought it was
funny too

maybe tomorrow i’ll miss you
in honey butter toast,
or in the sound of oil cracking
on a pan at midnight.

it’s embarrassing,
the way you keep surviving
in ordinary things.