05/22/24
Fertile Ground
Thank you for the medicine
I can feel it working
I can feel that you care
In me,
As I’ve planted seeds
In dirt I’ve wished over
Color is sprouting here
At home,
And I’ve been growing
With all this touch,
Food,
Love,
Rest.
Glowing,
I’ve called upon my posture at police storms,
I’ve savoured the medic as I wept poison,
I read Angela Davis louder than any listless words.
What I pay attention to grows,
Twists,
Dances,
Contorts,
Until it becomes the whole.