for the NZ Land Girls
A hell of a day for picking cabbages. Ask us while we’re alive— their coveralls and their raincoats and hats— aren’t there enough men?
Ask us while we’re alive sitting in windows or standing in recesses. Aren’t there enough men— from a conversation with the censor.
Sitting in windows or standing in recesses, no mention was made in the papers.
Explore related work Matt MacFarland In the Svalbard Seed Vault oleander / rests with rosemary, saffron, roses and / fescue and the five thousand blameless / orchids; across the hall, petrified wheat / adjoins a wealth of conifers.
Ruby Hansen Murray Imagine the nuns herding / the žįkážį into the cellar where it is cool, / dry good stores along the shelves.
Linda Russo drink from moss with the moss of your tongue // step with steps of snails shells cracking // entangle your words in mycelial syllables. . . .
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