The front:
The back:
Close-up of poem:
Translation:
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Once Upon A Time
I would die before touching
my tongue to a vegetable.
At Christmas I gagged over
fried okra my Aunt made --
she cried. Now I eye eggplant
seductively, choose smooth
zucchini over hot dogs, salivate
over spinach enchiladas.
I dream of sleeping on a bed
of plump tomatoes, a vegetable
princess, broccoli crown, carrot
necklace, squash sprouting
from the soil of my body.
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jb
yeah yeah like the colors on this one
ReplyDeleteI thought you might! CAS colors right there, mhmm.
ReplyDeleteI love this one!!!
ReplyDeleteSylvia
Thanks! :) Glad you enjoyed it.
ReplyDeletej