Cows
After we’d killed the deer out on the highway
the cows would stop me staring, how their hides,
blotched like world maps
Category 365 Collection
Green Room
I used to think a green room was where jealous people went
Pork
It’s the part of farming he despises, which is why he leaves it to others.
dear diary
her mother asked…
“does he smell arab?”
Manure
yet in a sound of great washing
like upward rain
up they all go as winged shit
or a flock of swallows
Drifting Deeper
We've been there
the silence of reeds
all around us
what to do with all the strawberries
The scientist felt a pronounced need for something whole that used to be green
Flintknapping
it is humans who nurture flowers with blade hands
Stone fruit
pitted, laying long like a twig. And I think of God, of all things
Chinese Cabbages
She was only skin and bone,
and could not even swallow rice porridge