Love and Onions
Love can exist in poverty.
The summer that we spent together
We subsisted on the cheapest foods.
The foods that grew in plentitude.
Tomatoes and onions
And tinned sardines.
Pomegrenates the neighbours gave.
We made do with piss-poor wine
And simple things
Like love was, before words.
He was a rare good man.
And I considered marrying him
Not because I was in love
But because [...]