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Potlicker Blues --Calvin Forbes (1945- ) Momma a carrot grows underground Alone very blind like an island seeing No other but itself; and it always looks old Wrinkled, as if its youth had been bitter. But shame a country girl like you Thought they grew on trees like oranges. And you peel carrots like their skin Were evil: didn’t your Momma teach you nothing? The old people wanted to boil the bad Taste away; or at least they thought every- Thing green and fresh was raw— To be treated in the same manner as pork. And maybe overcooked collards explains why Granny looked so dried out by the time She was ready for the grave; Even if she drank only potlicker, and never good Cornlicker, getting juiced off the vitamins. Tender vegetables won’t hurt your gums. And Momma they got frozen greens now; And you know you can’t buy potlicker at the A&P. Calvin Forbes, Blue Monday (Middletown, Connecticut: Wesleyan University Press, 1974), p.14. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 98.206.162.66