We can plant food
in the earth
and it will grow.
It is not a secret.
It is easier to make
than clothes or movies.
We don’t even need to yell at it.
You don’t even need to freak out
or whatever you call it
when your jaw gets all tight
like I saw it get that one time
you were mad about your coworker
who cheated you out of that sales commission.
Yeah, you were so mad then.
Couldn’t stop talking about it.
Coming up with weird revenge plans
like a TV caper crook.
Can’t even remember that job now.
Can’t even remember what it felt like to call someone a coworker.
But you remember the food we ate.
Came up out of the ground
took no effort at all
like a baby
or anything else that truly matters.
don’t worry by
a spoonful of mint25/04/2009 at 10:08 pm
Fantastiskt bra :)
sallymandy21/04/2009 at 6:15 am
Lovely poem, and lovely blog. I find much inspiration here.
the blue kimono
Liss20/04/2009 at 8:27 am
hello, just letting you know I replied to the email. just in case its lost in spam world. very much liked the idea!!
adore your blog
Velvet20/04/2009 at 3:54 am
Ohh wow! Lolita is my fave book of Nabokov! I voted for you at BOTB and added you as a bookmark too!
brian20/04/2009 at 3:12 am
the last line clinches it for me. thanks for dropping by, i’ll be back. some pretty cool stuff on here.
Tina20/04/2009 at 3:04 am
oh fantastic!!! you brilliant girl katarina! (ps: tried to reach you via email!)