organic Annie

i called

her organic Annie.

she was green.

all green.

she bled

tomato juice

ate bananas and

tangerines.

pink slivers of salmon.

chunks

of avocados

and chicken, lean.

i'd see her on the side

of the road

on the weekends

picking up

beer cans with a

flower in her hair.

her long string bean

arms

and legs

moving her along

at a steady pace.

she was a good person.

shame

she starved herself

to death,

never knowing the joy

of a cold

glass of milk

and slice of chocolate

cake.