Sweetpea Bicycles

(Because your doctor recommended that you get more exercise, veggies, and poetry in on a daily basis.)

How much chewing, so much grass that passes through the lips teeth stomach stomach stomach stomach of a cow.

How that is really sunshine, so much sunshine that passes through the blades, cells, chlorophyll chlorophyll I think I will

Imagine instead that your burger has an alter ego

Cut out the middleman

Put gastric bypass in this poem and you in the grass

Where the sun shines on you and cell by cell by cell you feel a warmth reach your eyelids on the eyes that open to see me, standing above you, beaming

“Hey, little buddy, shall we go get dinner?”