kansas, my birth.
by Sarah Vap
too technical for nature, which prefers
slowly; so matte
it's undetectable, someday i"ll be able to say i've kept
and given away.
that i've wished to keep
every child---but cede, poignantly, until
death-wish comes to check. baskets,
jugs, a rhubarb
repentance, and after
repentance the marbled grasses, genetic memory.
it's why my grandfather's cornfields frighten---maniacal
seeding; vigilance that i long for.
and your indulgence,
that i do exist, on faith, until
i'm harmless, no--- grass, soil, grass, until
From Dummy Fire by Sarah Vap. Copyright © 2007 by
Sarah Vap. Reprinted courtesy of Saturnalia Books.