If the Moon Wrote an Ode to Carrots…


We tried eating carrots in salad,
moon. We tried eating carrots
plain. We peeled, chilled, serrated,
chopped, steamed, sliced, pureed–
We fed them to horses
with hay.

We tried dipping carrots
in traditional ranch. As recipes
dictate, we grate, pickle, roast,

We mixed them with
peas. Serve them blackened
with beans. Julienne them at hostels
in France.

But whenever we bite them,
we just can’t seem
to like them.

So we may not
eat carrots.




Things I Wanted To Write About While There Was Still Time

Your smile.

The way you turn
to face the window
you walk in.

Careful to stand
with your outside boots
inside the rug.

How the weary day dissolves
in the last pool
of December sun.

Reminding me to love exactly
this moment.

As if there wasn’t

another one.