I am
60
million plains bison I am
grass and shit and enzyme, I am
lush and green
what should be underground, energy beholden to
a body
cursed by time reified
by diagnoses, sanctified
by wheat
cut the line with
a scythe.
To be
born
in the mid nineties is
a slow gallup— run with me baby, the sun sets
on us.
When I’m honest, you’ll look at me and I’ll want to lie
where carbon should be.
By Katherine
@accumulation_and_release