we put our faith in a few packets
who knows how they were saved, whose hands touched each
it was welcome distraction amidst initial chaos. well, chaos contained
on screens, in stores, kept 6 feet from the yard. (a Recommendation)
yet, I’m more worried about the water bill than the yield
feels impossible to know which scarcity is most pressing now
still, companionship with calabacitas
waiting for blossoms to stuff
because waiting. just keep waiting.
ride it out into a new normal
a normal combusting between my fingers, because my foothold on the street — on others’ lives — slipped long ago.