Seeding 2.

by: Lauren Gordon


Ellen’s calf bawls.
I skim the milk,
dip my fingers,
let her rough lick,
tonguing and suckling. Milk.

She’ll butt the pail,
smell the milk,
I know it:
She’s a dumb wobbly-thing
with stupid legs. Milk.
Mary. Milk.
Has stupid eyes, too
that bawl blue
when no one’s looking. Milk.

Cheerful cheerful
by God’s own grace
to race. To race
the grave. Milk.