From “Civil Bound”

habitation, wooden crate in a nameless territory dented objects for gathering water plastic footwear two sizes too small, how the cracked heels hang over the vine suggests sweet potato but notice the cradle of thorns skiff ferry            militarized eradication’s resourcefulness speaking in a high prestige language jaundice shade of bombardment singed skin grapheme between ribs     what might be shale the mother who isn’t the father who isn’t ramshackle peony meridian bit in the mouth