AUBERGINE PT TWO (E A D G B E)
We waited so long. Thought it must be a sign.
Picking the fruit from the tree, holding our dear aubergine. And inside, the meal was prepped.
You couldn’t help yourself. Just had to take a bite.
Coughing and spitting into the sink, I couldn’t believe what I saw. It appears our dear aubergine was rotten to the core.
I googled eggplant poisoning but was pretty sure you’d be fine.
And now in the garden there sits four or five waiting to be picked. But neither of us have the nerve.
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