Touch Grass/Eat Grass

Poetry

Photo by Chang Qing on Unsplash — — Nom! (lol)

I ate blades of grass a few times,
out on the school field
(I picked clean, green, pieces,
from less-used areas)

I can’t say that it tasted
of anything much
( — it was fresh, I guess
in a bland kind of way)

I think I just wanted
to say that I’d done it
(I don’t know what
I was trying to prove)

I ate some dandelions, too,
in that outdoor school-summer
( — y’know, those long end-of-term
weeks, when you’re still stuck at school)

Dandelions taste better
than grass, in general
(probably because
they’re actual food.)

Author’s Note: Yes, this actually happened. I ate grass (actual grass — not the drugs kind,) a couple of times, just so I could say I had. Some of my happiest school memories, in honesty.

No, I’m not entirely sure why I just wrote a whole-a** poem about it — blame the universe *shrugs*