Love
Poem to a Cabbage
Speak,
pale-green tight-leafed solid,
Fatherless
cousin of lettuce,
Tell
me you love like a misanthrope
Fear
like a Spartan
And
feel nothing.
Tell
me you give yourself only to rabbits.
Tell
me you don’t want to hear it- you’re not corn-
And
you never want to see me again (you’re not potatoes)
You,
whose bed is a salad bowl,
And
whose grave is a compost heap--
Go
on, break my heart.
I
hope you rot.
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