I am still bitter.

I don't think anybody has noticed
I grow into the ground
purposefully moving into from out of

I am not planted

I am rooted

Market Parsnips

Parsnips are self-valorizing.

Carrots

My cake is better than yours.

Soon Spring

The ground thaws, softens, opens,
it freezes one last time, gives
way to my saying myself,
my own uncovering--
a bitter white tip,
yellow tongued,
row retort.

Shakespearean Parsnip

If you bite us are we not bitter;
If you boil us in salt, do we not mellow?

Parsnip Flarf

Poems.   Edited for
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Herodotus

Kaspar Parsnip

...I want to be a gallant rider
like my father before me...