Gardener in the Wild

"Girl in White" Vincent Van Gogh 54

You come out of the Torah, throughRussian pogroms and the fucking Nazisand find yourself in Brooklyn worryingover a natural world a world away.For a Jewess, it's genocide and othernesswith no names of titans as a recompense,as a boy gets, Einstein, Marx, Freud, etc.

The Jewess is a constant gardener of herbackyard plot. Now she is running inside,half-cracked, menaced not by bees butrecollection. The sky was illuminatedgray and is darkening fast. Hours pass.

Now she is ginned up and running backout there, trampling her living jewels.Some as-yet green tomatoes will survivethis rampage, her heels a softer hellthan hail. They're looking for her.

Dragnet comes up empty because she'snever there. She weeds weeds, unwindsmorning glory vines from pepper plants,so we know she is out there. The constantgardener loves clippers in her hand,

editorial demeanor demeaning what's dry,unintended, or bitten by unseen squirrels,but really does just enough to keep itgoing, barely anything, it's a pose,the constancy of the gardener, a stance.

Half-cocked, having read that traumarides epigenetics into future generations.Thanks for the news. A person knowsher own recoiling from the world. Oddcampaign against your name and you.