tomboy cucumbers

(for dad)


i was 9 and quite contrary

(like mary who grew cockle shells)

when you offered me

a piece of my own eorthe

to grow what pleased me

you dug canticles to the goddess

forbidden – a preacher’s

heiros gamos of dirt

i chose cucumbers

complete unto themselves

like tomboys and virgins

like tomboys and virgins

 in that patch we were heretics

  ignoring the flaming swords

guarding the tree

trespassing upon immortality