Raw Goods

laid off from the hillside plant

we pause before the
broken embryos, without
pride, a slight intimacy

shifts from, "Gee,
I like this drive train,
this gear shift, this night job,"

to "thirst cuts our strings,
necks as hungrier fables for
two year-olds without sweaters."

this is the difference between
pornography and exploitation,
love and poison:

we show signs of shyness
when we work without genocide,
or pick up a new trick.

posted by judy j @ 1:24 PM