No Apples, No Clover, No Hay, No Grass, No Carrots, No Maize, No Alfalfa, No Linseed, No Deep Bag of Oats
An iPoem
by Willa CarrollJust sugar cubes and a crop
for you. Salt licks to smart the tongue. And a long,
long lead, braided from some other
woman’s hair.
woman’s hair.
