Harrowing
Mind the disaster—
I am not one for the rood.
Mistress of the brood, the milk and copper pantheon,
I balk at the singular plough.
My shoulders are slight.
Hands, then, be strong.
Lower the beam.
After five years of service with Teach For America, Julia Guez is now living and working in New York City. Her poetry has appeared in Western Humanities Review, Court Green and Washington Square.
Always liked this one, especially that last line. Killer.