Category: hello, moon

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,
blanch.

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.

Again.