Lettuce
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, hanging lettuce, hypoallergenic lettuce, seedless lettuce, boneless lettuce, lettuce en Español, John Cage lettuce, Hegelian lettuce no one can decide whether to agree with or not, wild lettuce, my heart is in Cleveland lettuce: Kevin grows it all. Kevin has a plan. Basically, keep growing lettuce. Basically, keep moving until it’s called dancing. When you ask Kevin what he loves most he looks out over his lettuce fields as if he’s discovered the New World and knows it was an accident and that is why he loves it. Fresh water lettuce, little black dress lettuce, plea for clemency lettuce, we all need to hold onto something lettuce, romaine lettuce, Bibb lettuce, some stars turn into Earth-sized diamonds when they die lettuce, the last cookie is yours lettuce, Ramada Inn lettuce, little yellow flowers at the end of America lettuce, a great hope in how, in the morning, for a moment, your body barely belongs to you lettuce. Kevin tells you Googling lettuce will result in approximately 49,900,000 results. He tells you we all play our part. He tells you how bad it is for the lettuce that we talk about art like work and love like economics. Kevin reaches out without touching you and says A bouquet is also something you can pull from the trash. To create anything is an act of pleasure. To create anything is to articulate the difference between a horse with a dusting of snow on its mane and a horse with a wet mane, which might seem like a trivial distinction but what we know is determined by the smallest degrees of difference and what do you really know about horses anyway? Stravinsky, Jesus, John Candy: they all got close but no one actually gets there. Kevin is full of these things, these things come out of Kevin and form tiny bridges between his mouth and the world painted in what it feels like to devote your life to something that is mostly water. We should all be so lucky lettuce, there are no guarantees lettuce, 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, unwanted screws are to be placed in the bucket lettuce, just try lettuce and keep it together lettuce, deer head lettuce, hand dryer lettuce, lettuce lettuce, lettuce of the Edict of Nantes, lettuce of 2680 BC, lettuce of the lettuce drawer that holds beer and never 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. Toothbrush in the trashcan lettuce, she’s gone lettuce, middle of nowhere lettuce, sentimental mixtape lettuce, passion let us have passion lettuce, it’s not easy lettuce, your turquoise sweater lettuce, boil water just to hear the sound of the kettle lettuce, the small beautiful things you keep on the bathroom windowsill lettuce, the world is us kissing under a sheet lettuce, opera libretto lettuce, unintelligible lettuce, lettuce beyond forgiveness, lettuce beyond the milk of ambiguity, 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. Anything in a tank top deserves to be loved. The clouds have only had names for 200 years. There is so much still to be done.