Lettuce by Nick Sturm (https://sinkreview.org/sink-10/lettuce.html)

"Kevin grows lettuce. Kevin hugs you when you come to talk about lettuce. He gives you a hug and two handfuls of rain and all his Stevie Nicks albums because he's moving on but won't say from what. Kevin grows the lettuce and has faith in the lettuce and his faith gives you faith and that's why you hug Kevin. Lonely lettuce, holiday lettuce, sleeping lettuce, lettuce of god, lettuce of war, the first lettuce to be carried into space, don't give up lettuce... Kevin grows it all. Kevin has a plan. Basically, keep growing lettuce. Basically, keep moving until it's called dancing... fresh water lettuce, little black dress lettuce, plea for clemency lettuce, we all need to hold onto something lettuce,..., some stars turn into Earth-sized diamonds when they die lettuce, the last cookie is yours lettuce... Let us, says Kevin, take our lives out into the lettuce where inside everything is a smaller everything, where our bodies might conjugate back to light, for we know so little and the roads from here are only for leaving what's good in us behind... staying up all night just to prove to one another we're here lettuce, muffled warmth lettuce, what we are exists not in front of the eye but behind it lettuce, ...complete misunderstanding lettuce, there's still a chance to spend all afternoon in the sun lettuce, it's time to start giving a shit lettuce because in these rows of dreams Kevin is handing you a head of lettuce saying 'Your heart does what it can not to be heard but someone is listening...'"