You and your plump March strawberries and your just plucked avocados. That's too bad that you have too much fruit growing on your tree. I feel so bad for you and your fresh fruit.
How can I buy a frail and dry stalk of rosemary here when I know it grows wild on your shores. Sea beans grow under your feet San Diego, like a wild invasive species-do you know how much we pay to eat your weeds here in NYC?
Oh San Diego- with your golf ball sized kumquats and your lemons so sweet they make us smile not snicker.
How can I buy a tired ice packed bushell of broccolli here after I have seen your fresh picked stalks piled high ( and at half the price!) ?
No flower will ever smell as sweet as the ones that you grow. Your jasmine scented sky and dewey salted air make me feel whole again....
Because in Brooklyn the trees are still bare, and what little grass there ever was looks like it could never ever be again. And I am tired of the asbestos dusted air and of my coffee stained winter coats.
I can't bring myself to buy any produce here because it all looks too weak, and too old in comparison to your sun coated fruits and vegetables. As far as artichokes are concerned, if it isn't the size of a soccer ball, then I am not interested. Thanks a lot San Diego, you have ruined me.
My farmer's market looks like a flea market when I think of the fresh popped kettle corn and squash blossom quesedillas at your farmers market. Not to mention the lamas. Did I mention the lamas?
So all I can do is think about you California. How I don't have enough of you with me, and how you don't have enough of me with you.
Disclaimer: The opinions expressed here have been dramatized for publishing purposes. Possibly maybe. Maybe not so much dramatized, as much as no longer an internalized dialogue.
2 comments:
come on... nobody pays to eat sea beans????
jeebus, you werent kidding abt cali ruining you...where's the posts hermana? you used to be so prolific. ohhh, working, right?
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