I pass the sparrow and its song through the sharp sieve
How will I taste the fresh blood orange
with my mouth full of bitter shoulds?
What rocks I tumble endlessly
in the inner chamber.
When the cat comes to curl in my anxious lap
I feel not her beating, breathing body
but a motor slowly winding down.
Today as I searched, frantic for my keys dropped
in the long grass, I glimpsed the broken earth
green seedlings make, kale twinned
with spindly nightshade, braving forth
into the open air.