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
