Produce
July 28th, 2001

I'm here
somehow free
of cost
for damaged have I been.

Sit me here next to your grocer's cast away
the produce
reduced to nothing
almost me.

Bruised and matted with weeks of wear
squeezed, groped and poked
to their hearts content
have we,
the produce endured.

Sit me here next to your grocer's cast away
the produce
reduced to nothing
almost me.

I sit among them in the cast away bin
the fragrant fumes of defeat; rot
lingers deep in my nostrils as we are carried out to the garbage
once again castaway by those too good for us

Sit me here next to your grocer's cast away
the produce
reduced to nothing
almost me.
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