Oh big honkin' red juicy Kentucky tomato, how I love thee. Your shape and size are no matter. I care only about your true color, what is inside.
I wait all year for you, shunning the pale pink comparisons. I pick off the imitation tomato slices served to me the rest of the year - those posers - with stubborn, silent contempt.
My love for you is true. Small town gossip and petty grandstanding over this melon or that eggplant will not distract me or tear us apart.
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| K. Crane Part of love letter found on Ravenswood Ave. #3, Oct. 2006 Textile ink on cloth |
No matter where I travel, I carry on my love for you.
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| K. Crane Romas from the Brussels Market August 2005 Oil bar and wax on paper |
This is our time. These are the dog days of summer. If these are my last, then let them be spent with you.
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| K. Crane Venetian Night on Lake Michigan - Work In Progress Custom screen print on hand-dyed cloth |
I'm in love with your sweet juicy flesh and I don't care who knows it.
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| Summer 2008: a bumper crop |
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