Emptying The Water Table
five buckets of dirty
water for sunflower
seedlings. we wait
for long bodies
fat brown
faces full of seed
to remind us.
water for sunflower
seedlings. we wait
for long bodies
fat brown
faces full of seed
to remind us.
wherein we entertain the notions of a creature embroiled in sorting multiple identities. is she a mother? a poet? a performer? an organizer? or is she simply the product of a feminist movement in which women dreamt that simultaneously singing opera, tap-dancing, spinning plates, spouting rhetoric and solving algorithms was liberation. here are the rough drafts.
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