To Eat the Fruit, Climb the Tree
Of course I want
to sit with you—
to float weightless on your breath
above the bluebell and
the whitethorn
at the east end of the orchard.
Of course I want
to rest.
I want to sleep.
But listen,
we cannot let the landlords live.
to sit with you—
to float weightless on your breath
above the bluebell and
the whitethorn
at the east end of the orchard.
Of course I want
to rest.
I want to sleep.
But listen,
we cannot let the landlords live.
Steele is a nonbinary poet, wage laborer, and organizer from the Shenandoah Valley. On the hellsite they are @
laborseller