farmhand

By Eva Brooks

sticky sap from

spilled seeds

collected by hand from

the bowl to draw out the

sour kind of sweet smell

pulled out by two fingers

pressing on the rim

i'm just so scattered

and want only

to be plowed,

left overturned and overseeded.

formed to fuck and

left to fester,

overripe in the dark,

a fresh fine fuzz of mold.

please,

give me, please

i need this

more than water,

air, or sunlight,

just clean me off at

harvest time and

take a bite

About Eva Brooks:

Eva Brooks currently writes in Iowa City, IA. She has a BA in English and creative writing from the University of Iowa and a caffeine addiction.

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