You are currently browsing the tag archive for the ‘dirt’ tag.
The diagnosis is raspberries
or blueberries
or mulberries
berries of the brain
harmless nothings
sweet somethings
berries bleeding dusk
and then
dirt in your eyes
dirt in your lungs
dirt from above
homegrown berries reborn
in a field shared by your kin and country
there’s dirt and food under my nails
simply washing my hands doesn’t rid me of it
I have to painstakingly dig under each one
water purifying them
rinsing the grit away
as if.
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
Your Sympathies: