Johnny America


A Po­em I Want­ed to Share With My Friends


Spinach is green.

It is leafy and extraneous.

It is stringy and familiar.

I like to eat it cooked.

Cooked by Grandmas.

I’m go­ing to see Ra­dio­head tomorrow.

Filed under Poetry on August 24th, 2003

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