“Queen of the Garden”

“Beet”  by Robert Samarotto

Queen of the garden

you rise from the poverty of earth

you wound me with your ripening

bringing your sweetness nearer my hunger.

All night — my little bonfire — you keep me awake,

all night I burn in flames of jealousy.

I am suspicious of all your vegetable lovers,

the way they mingle their roots with yours.

Rain washing over you scalds my soul.

Your leaves dancing to the wind drive me mad.

I envy the beetle — the worm — the slug,

vines that creep in the night.

O heart of hearts

listen to my vegetable talk.

Come with me to the cutting board

let me discover your charms — slice by slice.

Leave me with the stain of summer on my hands

— then like Macbeth

will I prepare for a winter’s madness.

Thanks to Lauren C for sharing that delirious poem.


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