The Biography of Mr Carrot (Daucus carota) by Frankie McMillan

Our family was large; when we met

we embraced six hundred times



for a long while I was inseparable

from my cousin



but such is life

you learn to let go of things



not meant for you

Marcel Proust wrote to Celine



ten times in the hope

of boeufs - carottes



and while
I�m dropping names

there�s Vincenzo Campi�s



painting where I lie

in the arms of my brothers