Garden Hate: A Flagellation
There’s braggart in a soil plot
the politic of growing food stuff
when beans are .60 at the IGA
and it takes no pressure,
no exploding jars
no hot water bath
and popping lids.
One thing for granny
quite another for me
Asshole rabbits ate my
carrots, radish, beets
moths, my cabbage
birds, the blueberries
beetles, my beans
mush bugs, my squash
some smug
little paw and smoky eye
waits for the corn
what is this the end or something
june with so much lime and mulch
all those poems I planned on harvesting
it’s the showing up, right
hand to the plow
attention and water
hail, this one banana pepper
See you next June, my poet friends.