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Today I wanted to throw watermelons
off the subway platform. Out here in Brooklyn
the trains ride above the city and the signs
where the streets meet are poised and posted
to perfectly quarter a properly tossed melon.
I wanted to take pictures to prove the moment,
a series of descending and rending, but I don’t
have any film or melons or money
and the train is coming.

Today I wanted to throw watermelons
but there are two men working down there,
with a pick axe and a shovel,
who wouldn’t be thrilled.

Today I wanted to throw watermelons
but yesterday a man down there yelled at me
because a stray wind had blown a paper
coffee cup on his head and I happened
to be standing above.

Today I wanted to throw watermelons
but I’d need to commandeer some cones
to cordon off the area and municipal pirateering
is frowned upon here, where even outside is inside,
where grass grows behind fences and iron gates.

Today I wanted to throw watermelons
but if I do I will lose my health insurance
and I have this thing that is probably nothing,
but who knows these days?

Today I wanted to throw watermelons
but I’m not sure where they might land;
the winds up here are really something;
there could be anybody down there.
I mean, someone could really get hurt.

Today I wanted to throw watermelons
but I had to call my son, and what kind
of example would I be, a father
who throws fruit willy nilly?

Today I wanted to throw watermelons
but I’m already on the subway into the city
where all the trains are all underground and
you only go outside for cigarettes and halal.

Today I wanted to throw watermelons,
so I bought some. They were striped like emerald tigers
and smelled like a family picnic in a furry meadow
outside Waterloo. They felt solid,
ripe in my palm and hung,
catching the sun, above
the lines of the intersection.




About the Author:
TC Tonn lives in Brooklyn and writes very rarely. Once upon a time he went to school in Montana where he wrote more and once in a while he goes and writes with some nice people at the 92nd St. Y, which you would think is a place where people work out but it's not. Now he mostly fritters away his life playing music with some bands and making weird little videos. The bands sound like this and like this, The videos look like this.  He also makes some mean beef jerky.