Poetry by
Gregory McIntyre

The lettuce that cheated on me The lettuce that fed my dog and made her sick The lettuce that cut me off in traffic The lettuce that stood in front of me on the escalator The lettuce that littered The lettuce that took a call on speaker phone in a quiet carriage The lettuce that coughed and didn’t cover its mouth The lettuce that parked across two spots The lettuce that smoked at a bus stop The lettuce that didn’t wash its hands The lettuce that was staring at its phone the whole time The lettuce that chewed with its mouth open The lettuce that left the lights on