genesis 2018 final digital.pdf


Endless
M.E. Carnes

that seem to go on endlessly, 

corn
soybeans

corn
soybeans

with muddy boots.
Chew dribbling from the corners 
of  their mouths.
Women barefoot 
in the kitchen.

hands left pruned from soapy water.

Men do hard labor,
women always in labor.

I’m driving down these endless roads,
searching for somewhere better to reside.

that has my name printed on it.

still drip from my tongue,
but the only life 
that I allow to take root 
in me is the one left by books.
The words strung together,
shaking my world, 
shaping my world.