Farm Fresh by Kelly Sauvage Moyer

Farm Fresh

Locking eyes
with the void,
I become nothing;
though, today,
I am a tuber,
ripped as I was
from solid ground,
that you can,
if you wish,
imagine happy.

Originally published in Five Fleas

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