the altar of avocados

some don't eat meat.

red meat.
or chicken.
even fish is off the table
for them.

they devour asparagus
and leaf
green lettuce, romaine or
ice berg.

fruit salads.
a grape or two, a banana.

no pasta, no cheese, no bread,
or milk.

they worship and kneel
at the altar
of avocados.

you see them teetering on
the sidewalk,
pale and weak. disoriented.

tilting with light headedness.

gaunt like death warmed over,

but smiling,
and always, and always
so fashionably
thin.