Strange how when you change your diet
foods grow sentient – wake, and riot:
greens and roots and fruits resist.
A broccoli floret’s a fist
raised angrily: the steamy doom
of its demise fills up the room.
A carrot lies, mute, in its thickness –
powerless against the quickness
with which it is julienned.
An eggplant mourns its bitter end –
its funereal purple is a cry
against its sentence: slice and fry.
Truth falls off a grocery shelf.
Life exists to eat itself.
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