this endive life
“but the endive, if left, will dry...out!”
what does she mean by this and
just what does she want to say?
salad is more than a decoration:
the star, fruit
a vegetable sun, loving it
the water on the leaf, the same story repeats
long ago the party is over after
as long as the stem of the glass is snapped
and all endives left, awilting “it
is indicative you know these
things do matter” yes I know. saints
preserves and us, emerging from
the “taps” ourselves pretty much.
there is a place for drainage and for primping
crazy, tossed into a mixed up world, crazy.
we sing our anthem “the party’s
over” and get on with it—