lettuce baby

she grows towards the sky

a bulbous, leafy thing

flipped like a pancake

she’s just a planet

her soft, white edges playing with the clouds

in the breeze

her ripe heart stays hidden

the true center 

she smells of dirt, of her first home

and the green tinge in her wings 

oxidizes and sweetens

crisp and cool on my tongue
 
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  • Poetry

    By lily veronica

    close your eyes and look

    cold water that washes my skin with kisses
    the way my lungs beg for air, and yet i refuse.

    sitting on slightly Damp Grass at the very top of a hill. 
    it was warm and it was dark and the sun set on the mountains like a king 

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  • Poetry

    By lily veronica

    Another Person

    They said it would get easier

    A prickle, a soundless wind

    says otherwise

    Fingers, individually cold

    warm when wrapped ‘round my wrist

    Clouds of locusts that

    squeeze out every 

    single 

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