you're my favorite vegetable

I've been told
you're good for me
everything I need
in the palm of my hand.
and I admit
there are times
when I crave nothing else.
but when the night refuses to end
I find myself reaching
for something else
while you remain faithful
polished and refrigerated
on a clear plastic shelf.

Paul David Mena
24 October, 1996
Acton, MA

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