septation:
the
division or partitioning of a cavity into parts by a septum
the
watermelon Mike noticed starting to split is now cracked open
in
our kitchen, sweet juicy chunks in our mouths, seeds spit in the sink
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working
outside the wall, Mike pruned broom while I weeded the rock
pile,
the east border, between trips to the kitchen to stir the squash
a
roast of squashes: yellow, spaghetti, zucchini; a curried soup of
onion,
collards,
potato, sage, & squashes: spaghetti, zapallito aka Pilar
the
last palán palán has been uprooted & trashed — no more
weedy
seedlings — as well as three thorn trees, victims of winter cold
today
I received a ripe watermelon, an acorn plus two spaghetti squash
also
four white cactus flowers, a peeled-back fingernail, & a shave
yesterday
we saw a worm sewing itself up in a twig cocoon
I
don’t care
what
figureheads have to say
on
Christmas day
the
teru-terus kept Miss Vee from their chick this morning, might be
doing
it again — Miss Vee! Stop! —
I run barefoot — You leave that chick
alone!
Ow! Ow! — I grab her — hot
gravel! Ow! Ow! — I hand Mike
Miss
Vee, hotfoot it inside where Mike pulls thorns from my soles
revers
[BGuest writes reveres]: a lapel on a woman's garment; turned back to
show the reverse side — only
a woman’s?
the
shrieking resumes
it’s
fox against chick
yes,
I can grab the cat
but
never a fox
from
Barbara Guest’s The Countess from Minneapolis:
She
tore into the curl papers as she would attack a silo, knowing she had
rendered them useless as the silo wrestled from its usefulness would
in turn relinquish the fortune that yet sustained her.
over
dust-filled air from fierce winds dark clouds swell in the west:
except
for an owl spiraling up from its burrow, the birds are down
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