Seeding 1.

by: Lauren Gordon


Ma scraps the boiled orange
from a shredded carrot to color white butter,

presses it into pretty
strawberry leaf molds for Pa’s haying supper:

(blackbirds, blackbirds, baked in a pie
shot you down from the prairie sky
blacktears, blacktears, watched you cry
grinding up the flour for the chicken fry)

Mary and I eat the shavings,

roughage for keen eyes on the buffalo wallows,
sharp enough to see the wolves.

    I listen to the Indians,
    press a cold tongue
    to the ceiling of my mouth

        (lay a hot hand
    to myself
    the piecemeal quilt)