beachlass | (no subject)

I was reminded of a poem today, by a line in an older story of

beadattitude 's. It's funny how some poetry absolutely sticks in my head for years and years and years. Here's another one by the same poet.

for

beadattitude
Lorna Crozier poem: Carrots
Originally published in Sex Lives of Vegetables

Carrots

Carrots are fucking
the earth. A permanent
erection, they push deeper
into the damp and dark.
All summer long
They try so hard to please.
Was it good for you,
Was it good?

Perhaps because the earth won't answer
They keep trying.
While you stroll through the garden
thinking carrot cake
carrots and onions in beef stew
carrot pudding with caramel sauce
they are fucking their brains out
in the hottest part of the afternoon.