Hybrid: “ODE TO THE GROCERY” by Monica Rico
The folds of the carnation differ from the dog ear of the rose,
the sticky paper of baby’s breath, or the closed mouth of the tulip
turning toward the fur of the sunflower head; the way glads are
always soaking wet and look like they’ve been hacked,
prehistoric— like curling ribbon between thumb and scissor in
one zip; or it rips like the shark skin of an orange and its
puckered belly button; the regularly priced rotten avocado
caving in my hand, shaking water from radish leaves, and the
polished cheek of a tomato separated from its pungent stem.
I miss knocking on a watermelon and asking is anybody home; my
father rolling a cayenne between his fingers and counting the
pop of each seed; bright lemons and limes pressed under the
weight of my palm into a wheel of fainting pulp; the noble
shallot, hidden behind the garlic, dirty and forgotten untamed
cousin to the onion; mushrooms still clinging to earth, concealing
their circle of gills from the parsley who will demand they be
removed, so as to not cloud the sauce; the shawls of lettuce,
ruffled collars, and pleats so perfect they should be displayed in
their entirety— uncut and spun; the weight of an asian pear in my
hand, each bite a spill and suck that cannot stop the escaping water.
About Monica Rico
Monica Rico is Mexican American and the author of PINION, winner of the Four Way Books Levis Prize in Poetry selected by Kaveh Akbar. She holds an MFA from the University of Michigan’s HZWP and is the Program Manager Bear River Writers’ Conference. She has recently published poems in Poetry Northwest’s Life List, Gastronomica, and The Missouri Review. Follow her at www.monicaricopoet.com.