She cradled the soil in her arms and rocked, nursing the sodded ground.

Not that you can see but I carry my feet in my soul
and wait cold for my ride, stare into space while blank-eye strays.
Leaning closer, you swing away
You move me

watchful there, remove my clothes, idle and naked,
to steep in the tea water-it makes my skin-and
eyes and nose and ears close.
I feel the ceiling sop up my bones,
smarmy murmurs flood my nostrils.
I wanna be deep down beneath it
so I slip and sink below cement
nourish weeds and grass
vines that cling to my backside.
I drive my bones home and leave it out to dry

At home I sit and into cups I shout:
Feed me brother
Lick my teeth, I can't bite
But I can see, so show me you
who tied a knot so heavy in my shoulders