others are snappable
still the skin reveals nothing (everything) (unsupple) (here)
diaspora rooted in new light / antiparadise
we can grow
anywhere
when I was small
before we lost all our homes,
we dug in the earth, put seeds, they grew, midborough off the D train
without nostalgia i claim our wildness
our desire to find the astonishing: sprout, needle
stink and cling of earth, satisfaction of sweat
compass point needle iron ironwork etc.
http://apogeejournal.org/2018/03/26/poetry-christina-olivares/