Chitra Ganesh, How to Assemble a Flying Car (detail), 2018, linocut on tan BFK Rives. Courtesy of the artist & Durham Press.
Blind
I’m irritated.
I butcher a radish,
cut my finger.
Wanting blood,
I get mine.
Take the trowel—
go outside.
By their tops
you can count the potatoes
from here.
The harvest may be fair.
When you come to me at night
I snore—
_ _drive you
_ _to the other room.
I shove my blunt trowel
down in the ground,
_ _root up a potato.
Inside
I hear a worm
taking hold.
Poetry
“I live out my life in the widening coils” by Rainer Maria Rilke
Translated from the German by David Keplinger
Poetry
Janet Kiplinger tells us that she is currently a graduate student at San Francisco State. (updated 1975)