A hundred beady eyes of green

Look up at me. I’m filled with doubt.

I know this stuff is sick and MEAN.

I’m hungry but I’ll do without.

Those steamy stems spur silent cries

And though I try to be discreet,

The barf begins to rise… and rise…

I force it down. I WANT to EAT

But dare not face the misery

Of touching tongue to broccoli!

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Ida Duplantier is an avid broccoli despiser. She works as a graphic artist and reptile breeder in order to avoid it. Her writing has appeared in a few other publications, such as The Cynic Online Magazine.