I want to lie in the fallow places
where the ground is harrowed but bare
where only the memory of seed keeps
the soil warm and black
and nothing is planted
nothing is grown
nothing is given
WRITER | FEMINIST | FRIEND
I want to lie in the fallow places
where the ground is harrowed but bare
where only the memory of seed keeps
the soil warm and black
and nothing is planted
nothing is grown
nothing is given