Lima Beans (would sponsor this poem)

How easily cast off I am,
sand-filled sock, small fish,
unappetizing garnish on
bloated cow dish.

How little loved
it sometimes seems,
third-grade revolt against
lima beans.

How short a time,
how quick to forget,
I was here, I was here,
the floor is still wet.

Too complicated, tangled,
not cheekbone-angled.
Not blonde, not fair,
too dark, mess of hair.

I was here, I was here,
walruses and pies.
I was here, I was here,
sky of stars, the old lie.

EWV