Shaved, I've heard. A big carrot cut to look younger.
There are realbaby carrots, but we don't buy them.
What do you suppose is wasted when a big carrot
with a dead spot is cut to make a cuter carrot?
Big carrots like that used to rot. Now--ugly carrots
are merely severed. Self-twinned, brightly naked-ed.
I miss the horizontals that made crooked carrots
difficult to peel, fissures dark with identity: "I am
root." These new shiny runts, these carrot shards,
deny connection to the earth, insisting they've been
shat straight out the infant ass of heaven. Known no
dirt. Heaven's crap's crap, I say, even in skinny neon glo.
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