Labor by Amy Orazio

The creamy texture
of your Midwestern calves are
spotted like Jacob’s goats
Anglican though
and ready to work
The ankles have been kissed,
I can see that
wreaths of cardamom mouths
have lauded
and wetted them
When I pull
wheat this season
I’ll distend it
a hand to you
can weave it
into your family crest
whiteish blue
your skin my skin
the labor of this
lacquered as new


Amy Orazio received her MFA from Otis College of Art and Design. She’s working on a manuscript about exile in a city of exiles–Los Angeles, CA.

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