“Blessed be sin if it teaches men shame.”
—Georges Bernanos, The Diary of a Country Priest
This clod-caked taproot tugged from soil
Then rinsed in water clear & cool
Flares like a soul made visible
By sin that’s seen as good once gone.
The world consists of there/not-there.
I choose between each one each hour.
I eat the carrot raw & whole
From tawny tip to fronded crown.
I eat the carrot not the soul.