By Olive McCoy
cultivate me
like a crop
pop seeds in my ears
so that i can grow from this
so i don't have to go on empty handed
into the summer
those seeds will grow flowers
into the hair
that gets me so many compliments
the hair
that snaps when the shower is too hot
and bring me a baby
born in the spring time
sweet and small.
the flowers will fall out
and take my mind with them
I'll be crazy and old
afraid of rabbits and big black crows
praying for my season to come back around
so that i may grow again
return to the cool damp dark earth
be reborn with my springtime baby
be braver than a rabbit
and stronger than my hair.