The Lettuce
2 min readFeb 7, 2022
Hi! This is a poem I shared pretty recently on here, but it’s the one I ended up recording.
This year (2022), I’ve decided to share a poem on my blog and podcast and read it aloud once a week. It’s all a part of my quest to be brave and apparently the things that I’m scared about still include:
- My spoken voice
- My raw poems.
I talk about that more in an old anthology I co-edited called DEAR BULLY.
Anyway, thanks for being here with me and cheering me on and I hope that you can become braver this year, too!
The Lettuce Again this summer
I've forgotten to harvest
the lettuce that we planted
when the ground was barely workable,
warm enough to support the tenderness
of seedlings, brown, pale, and white,
barely opening to the world, the air, the sun.We are still human, he tells me,
even though I think that we may be losing
whatever it is that makes humans human? Humanity seems a fickle word
now that pundits use it
to talk about the unfurling of threats,
bombs, lies. The lettuce, when you forget to harvest, shoots up like it's trying
to reach the sky, but it…
