The History of Brussels Sprouts
This vegetable evolved from primitive
non-heading Mediterranean kraut.
It wrapped its crinkly little leaves about
its winsome, blooming face, and left to live
a classic Bildungsroman. Adjusting mien
and flavor, traveling north and west, it came
upon the gates of Brussels, took the name
that welcomed it. Gentlemen and lean
courtesans took into their mouths its tight
green jackets, endlessly disrobing, sheets
of luminosity pressed close. And fleets
dispatched to newer worlds carried wide
and far its seed. Like any immigrant,
it put down roots before it could repent.
Marcela Sulak is the author of two collections of poetry, Immigrant and the chapbook “”Of All The Things That Don’t Exist, I Love You Best.” She’s translated three collections of poetry from the Czech and the French, and she currently directs the Shaindy Rudoff Graduate Program in Creative Writing at Bar-Ilan University in Israel.
Poem contributed by our poetry editor, Christina Daub.