I Saw Jesus in a Tomato
I was at my nan’s and there he was rocking to steadiness in a halved tomato next to a rough cuboid of cheese. When I showed her she nodded, murmured affirmation, but I wonder did she really see him? Maybe her eyes were like mine are now. I ate him. He was a woody version of grass as I swallowed him hard not wanting him to get stuck in my throat. No phones then to capture the moment only a headline in my mind. When I returned home I told my mum what I had seen but I think perhaps she thought I was lying or had conjured him from my imagination. Months later I worried them all in the same room, nan, grandad, mum, brother. Quick spit it out, Get it out of her mouth! I heard as the grown ups stood in horror. They had watched me bite through the first glass I had ever been allowed to use there. All I knew was I had been staring at the crucifixes I could make from the patterns on the new wallpaper.
Bio: Sue Finch’s debut collection, ‘Magnifying Glass’, was published in 2020. She loves the coast and the scent of ice-cream freezers. You can follow Sue on Twitter: @soopoftheday.
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