V and I meet
In aisle six amidst sandwich bags, bread, condiments and dressing. V’s aura reeks of blackened tin foil as she prices jams by sugar content (in grams).
V beckons I to produce and their conversation is conducted by lettuce leaves.
“Did you know there’s a boat?” (asked V’s lettuce leaf). I knew.
“Did you know it doesn’t have sides?” the leaf pressed. I knew that too.
A disembodied head of cabbage muttered his discontent through the rest of this dialogue.
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An MFA graduate of Goddard College, I spend my days working on nonprofit endeavors. My poetry has appeared in Down the Dog Hole, inkscrawl, Really System and others