Green Smoothie Confession

No delicacy, no food-worship here.
The last person to play connoisseur
I’m buying bulk in produce only
for the blender’s insatiable need
for fresh green of every shade
and texture—long-stemmed velvet
spinach, dry-ruffled flounces of kale
red-veined lady’s-fans of dark chard
(oh, less proud now than in the garden)—
I think nothing of beauty as I toss them
to the blade.
                         And fruit—you oranges
only pulp and rind and sticky juice;
seedy strawberries, blueberries
snatched from jewel-gleam dreams
of crowning a whipped-cream pillow;
apples seized from their still-life
in the blue bowl not to be thinly sliced
glazed, nested in a flaky pie-crust, no—
all destined for purplish mush, pulverized
with these rough fibrous neighbors
drowned in coconut water!
slurped through a straw


A food poem for NaPoWriMo Day 6.


22 thoughts on “Green Smoothie Confession

  1. This is so bright and fun, partially because it’s such a different style which I can just imagine as a writer is refreshing. Sometimes these poem-a-day things start to feel like a bit of a churn but clearly you’re not feeling that!

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    1. Ha, depends on the day. The prompt did it–I would never think to write about food all by myself! And maybe just giving myself permission to be goofy in public. 🙂

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