if i was a rabbit

half asleep on the couch,

at three a.m.,

the remote

in hand,

i stumble onto a show

about

carrots.

i can't remember the last

time i ate

a carrot, or

bought one

at the grocery store,

but here

on this show 

there are millions of them,

all of them grown

at this one

ranch

in the midwest.

tons are loaded

into trucks,

scrubbed and washed

of round up,

trimmed

and debugged.

i stare at the orange carrots

rolling around.

the deformed ones

being cut down

to make them

into baby carrots.

there are miles and miles

of fields

as far as the eye can see.

growing just one thing.

carrots.

if i was a rabbit,

i would put the word out.