Cabbage Patch

I hate to ask for money.
It must go back a ways—
to selling mags
in junior high,
or even younger days.

It feels like stealing lettuce,
like Peter Rabbit did.
McGregor’s hoe
hangs over me.
He terrified this kid.

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