Farm Logic; First Harvest
A body will always be useful.
A body that cannot feed animals
can always be fed to them.
First, 4:42am, my mother wanted.
Next, an exit that made her pray
for the next time someone left her.
First, the shower scene: my mother
knew what was coming first,
a snowstorm. The water wouldn’t break.
First, disbelief. Then, disbelief.
The midwives boating away through ice.
First, my father’s hands at delivery.
First, the singing. First, the praise.
First swaddled, unable at first to cry.
First, my mother’s first cruelty.
First, when it cries it is first alive.
First, my mother is my mother.
First, I am hers. Then, I am named.