dirty, battered face
sleepy with no eyes
all dream and wood inside.
It fed on the dark loam its hairy sallow cheeks,
wistful under ground
green sprigs stemming out from its head.
Most of its personality lies below vision
the very core of its knobby root
overgrown family idiot of the celery
grated, chopped, or ground
Spring awakening winter can’t kill.
Published in the March 20, 2015 issue: View Contents
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