corn woman
I am a husk
an old woman with corn in her teeth
sits in my bones.
She whispers and groans
scratches me with her burlap voice.
who will be there for you old woman?
who grinds your corn
and spits your kernels?
She knows who I am.
She pulls me through the hours
until she takes me away.
an old woman with corn in her teeth
sits in my bones.
She whispers and groans
scratches me with her burlap voice.
who will be there for you old woman?
who grinds your corn
and spits your kernels?
She knows who I am.
She pulls me through the hours
until she takes me away.