Yesterday’s Turnip

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Yesterday’s Turnip

—mold cannot kill without pain

Today’s mold will eat yesterday’s turnip
Yesterday’s fog will be only a memory
Try not to eat in the valley of tears

Next year mold will still be mold
No science has given mold a role
Try not to abscond with the cleanser

You smelled like mold and thought
Like an addled money on a rope
Try not to grow your mold in pods

You were a dank brick of darkness
Or maybe a dark prick of dankness
Try not to eat your leather stockings

You thought you were someone
You were not— could not ever be
Try not to renew your head lice

You had potential like fog in rain
You kept a beast alive in your chest
Try not to feed him blather until he bursts

Today someone will compare you to algae
Someone else will recognize only the mold
If you can scream for help before the fire