because your cornstalks call,This was my favorite stanza.
tall and blonde and resilient
(what I am not)
against a sky blue like the veins
that map the undersides of your wrists
in the half-light of the kitchen lamps.
(spit twice at the beginning of theI would change this because it looks messy. In the rest of the poem you only placed short thoughts into captions. Hopefully my review helps you. Remember that you have to give reviews to get reviews.
harvest,
plant the first bloated seed by
hand)