hoa nguyen

 

HORSE HERB

 

 

Horse herb legs around

and a fungus

rots the remains of elm root

 

Our native meadow “lost

to the plow”    You devour

habitat           are the brown-

headed cow bird

 

Heather wants bracted twisted flowers

wants me to twist T shirts

and dip them into dye

     Instead

I smear the stove with avocado

 

Now Lady Elms arrives

in the kitchen       long blonde hair

lean body    leaves

She shows me a profile and a letter

 

Everyone is a sexual being