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To: Rambi who wrote (21889)	5/23/1998 1:12:00 AM
From: Grainne	Respond to of 108807

A soft heart inside his horny carapace?? Yes, that is a poem of vegetable love for sure, Penni. Thanks a lot for sharing it with me. Your post inspired me, and I searched the web under "vegetable poetry". Isn't the web a marvelous place? I found quite a few vegetable poems. Here is an asparagus poem, since the season is almost over. Who really knows at the end of spring whether they will live to eat asparagus another season? I think it is important to honor these small gifts from nature. This one is by Scott Wiggerman, from Austin. He contributes to the Borderlands Poetry Review. Maybe being a Texan, you are familiar with him or his work. Asparagus I froze my ass off all winter, doing my drag queen thing: swayed in lacy little fronds, primped in the frilliest finery, swaggered in chichi fernery. But don't think for a minute that I don't like being a man; like The Crying Game, I've been hiding surprises. Already a bold warmth thrusts through my groins, and I fill the bed with the flair of a virulent violet, a peck of green penes, long and strong and erect, a sea of charmed snakes rising through the air, girl, not once but all spring long.