It is your turn to get the groceries but the shelves are empty
and all that’s left in the fridge is dairy that’s gone off.
You say you’re too busy tonight, and I remember a time
when your worst flaw was your favorite vegetable: broccoli.
A bit pedestrian in terms of taste, maybe, but I’m still not sure
why your admission made me so angry.
I suspect that I stopped loving you the day you told me
you would never try asparagus,
but it was the way you railed against Brussels sprouts
that assured me I was right.
I’m an adventurous eater, you see?
And now I can’t be certain if my sorrow is to blame
for this heaving stomach, or if it is the rebellious yogurt
I stole in a moment of pettiness.