Lettuce

The following poem was written by a friend of mine. I stumbled upon it tonight, and found it to be so perfect and deserving that I've decided it shall be the first blog post of 2015. and of 2014 for that matter.. retroactively.. enjoy.


Lettuce


It makes me feel better that at 28
he doesn’t know how to buy lettuce, admits
he doesn’t know how to make adult sandwiches.
That, even after spending two years
in county prison, he doesn’t eat spaghetti
noodles because they remind him of worms.

Most of my friends are married and starting in
on their first child or second dog, learning the basics
of home ownership or planning their 401ks.
It was a small gift when he told me
that he accidentally bought cabbage, but put
it on his ham and American cheese sandwich anyway.

LB