dirtworth [2020]

She asks me what my presence does

to the dirt beneath me.

 I answer not, but ask if she can show me.

 She digs here, and there, and six more times, in six more neighborhoods.

She resurfaces with eight sugar dispensers. 

She asks me how I like my coffee, I say sweet. 

She pours the blackened earth into my mug.

— snippet from Holding, Capital H

a conversation with my practice