Morning
your body wakes me at 6 am
it is down there in the earth under the chalk-blue olive tree
yawn–stir coffee–think of worms in earth rich with food
I go for a walk to say good morning
hello your fingers dissolving to calcium
new weeds that exhale you pollen into air
that fucking prayer for rest didn’t work for either of us
instead I pull up flowers by the root and eat them whole
suck the dirt smiling under my fingernail
Sera Gamble‘s writing has appeared in The Washington Square Review, Tinderbox, Sky Island Journal, Nine Mile Magazine, and in various anthologies. She also writes film and television. Sera is a first-generation American living in Los Angeles with her husband and dog, who also enjoy poetry.