and smells like diesel and herbicides.the scent reminds me of failed gestations.
My reproduction, the plants', and the water's,
each struggling in the same web of resistance
and survival.
When I was a girl, my grandfather taught me
to put a small clump of soil in my mouth,
and to swallow it. I watched him.
Then I did.
[--Margo Tamez in her poem "My Mother Returns to Calaboz"]
from Blogcritics Magazine: Book Review: Naked Wanting and Raven Eye by Margo Tamez
also see Blogcritics Magazine: Interview: Conspiring with Poet Margo Tamez
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