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.

Steele is a nonbinary poet, wage laborer, and organizer from the Shenandoah Valley. On the hellsite they are @