This one called "Artichoke."
It's either about the artichokes or sex,
neither of which you'll be able to find in Aberdeen.
[LAUGHTER]
"The nubbed leaves come away in a tease of green,
thinning down to the membrane.
The quick, purpled, beginnings of the male.
Then the slow hairs of the heart,
the choke that guards its trophy, its vegetable goblet.
The meat of it lies, displayed, up-ended, al dente,
the stub-root aching in its oil."