despite all her sewing
and all her weeping
She seemed-stressed—
her·vest outgrown
and the crop
circular, which meant little to
a grounded person
unlike herself
but much to
God-driven
chariots—
an odd conveyance with which to plough,
and more cumbersome still than camels’
when it came time to gather
yucca
and re-thread
that needled
eye.
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