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Rhubarb shoots

spiking from the muddy yard

like bloody, broken bones,


like bad teeth. The leaves

grow wide and poisonous.

The sour stalks


burn calories to digest.

Eat only them, and you will starve.

from BugleFind more by Tod Marshall at the library

Copyright © 2014 Tod Marshall
Used with the permission of Canarium Books.

Published in Poems Tod Marshall

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