Apocalypse Greens
I was having a conversation
about sweet potato greens
when somebody said I love you
which was strange
because I was sitting alone
at my kitchen table with a bottle
of hot sauce in front of me
boasting its freedom from gluten
which to my mind was redundant
because who would add wheat or barley
or any other gluten-containing contaminant
to a spicy pepper fluid intent
only on enhancing a food’s
flavor profile while at the same time
vanishing from visible perception completely
when somebody said I love you
or I saw the potential of someone saying that
or I recognized the space for the possibility
of that imagining
and I thought if that reality
comes to pass the world
might cease to be.
***
Read more of Alex Gallo-Brown’s poetry.
Interested in submitting poetry to The Good Men Project? Check out our guidelines.
Photo by Adam Walker Cleaveland/Flickr