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Carrot Loaf

Carrot Loaf (Photo credit: jazzijava)

Ode to a Terrine

Oh, carrot loaf

You beckon seductive

Yet almost whole

Your secrets key to your lingering loneliness

Steamed from below, ogled from above

Ultimately passed by for your

Saucier, beanier neighbor

It is your density that repels

How your surface aggressively occludes what you possibly might be,

And whoever thought you were a good idea in the first place.

What color is that anyway and why does it not recur in nature?

That green shit, sprinkled: what’s up with that?

Perhaps, instead, it is the mystery of your origin that compels the chunks in my throat,

This morning’s biscuits and gravy, to rise at your similar visage

Or is it the violence of your conception

Mondays, Wednesdays, Thursdays side dish, ground, shredded,

Dismembered in the Cuisinart’s indifferent maw

Tongs clenched in an overfed fist

Reach for you, tentative

Reflected by your shiny glazed blanket

Mayo and cream

Glassy as placenta

Step away from the buffet, porky

I order myself

Get your ass back to the elliptical

It is day nine of the residency and I need a laxative.

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