I asked one of my former writing professors, Michael Martone, for a challenge. He's always reminded me a little of David Lynch in that he's Midwestern, he's often cryptic, and he's obsessed with corn. And he's someone I've learned a lot from! He was an encouraging teacher who championed my zaniness in class, and I'll always appreciate that.
And he has his own Wikipedia page:
At any rate, his challenge for me was "the sex life of corn." It was a puzzler, and props to Alana Baldwin (featured in a previous post) who helped me edit this poem by cutting it in half, putting the beginning at the end, and cutting out a stanza that featured the phrase "inert within its husk."
So here we go:
As its husk loosens, Corn enjoys
glossy magazine pics of barbecues...
...sauce delirious, pepper shimmering.