The last garden they planted
was prickly and difficult
tomatoes that looked like loons
strawberries dripping with oil
the earth was parched
despite torrents of rain

“the world spins round and round
      yet nothing falls and nothing's found”

       There can be no revolution
without black negligees.
Shout, if you must,
but learn to whisper, too.
There can be no revolution
without question marks.

“the world spins round and round
      yet nothing falls and nothing's found”

I’m going to wash my face
in cold ash and bitter tea
and aim for that space
where everything penetrates
and my body levitates
above the fractured light

“the world spins round and round
      yet nothing falls and nothing's found”