by Gabriel Ojeda-Sagué
I’m worth much
more than this seed bag
torn and spilled onto
K street
sure, an upside
down jungle
in fact
a rumor is going
around that I cannot
grow anything
outside of my hands
the pale pleasant
sky handle
the deep black
that must be in
the center of a seed
I give a box
of utensils
to my brother
because I know
that he can raise a family
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Gabriel Ojeda-Sagué
Last updated July 25, 2022