I Volunteer at Sweetwater Farm and Cry the Whole Time – Kimilee Norman-Goins
I’m my father’s green thumb turned hard from the weeding, plucking out the overgrown. They whimper at my hand, clinging to Earth, damp with dawn. I cry, I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry. The roots surrender. This corpse at my palm- I place into the basket. When I walk home I cry with the writhe […]