i slice wedges
and suddenly realize
i am not unlike
the tuber i'm cutting so
-maliciously-
this chunk of earthy flesh
takes many shapes&forms;
constantly changing
yetalwaysstill
a potato
a seed unto itself
ready to spread roots
wherever it may land
living in dark solitude
yet always reaching up
towards light-
towards life-
i find a hidden bad spot
and carefully [eradicate it]
such a good potato
should not go to waste
Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 7:09 AM UTC
i slice wedges
and suddenly realize
i am not unlike
the tuber i'm cutting so
-maliciously-
this chunk of earthy flesh
takes many shapes&forms;
constantly changing
yetalwaysstill
a potato
a seed unto itself
ready to spread roots
wherever it may land
living in dark solitude
yet always reaching up
towards light-
towards life-
i find a hidden bad spot
and carefully [eradicate it]
such a good potato
should not go to waste