Roger Reeves
I've Produced
A wheelbarrow full of plums.
Horses that survive famine.
Weddings for every occasion.
Actual air.
Biographies of niggers
never known.
Sudden shifts in kindness.
A ruined sky.
A bag of lawn clippings
to fall from a truck
onto the hood of your moving car.
This grave you enter
whether you want to or not.



