Kansas, NYC

Where has she been
Kansas or New York City?
Why won’t he reveal the mystery?
The corn grows so deep
Like a doctor’s silence

And soft like silk
In his voice when he says
Cancerous. Popsicle stick--
Holds her tongue down with it
We’re all just carbon and air

When a dog like a bear
Takes a shit in the alley
Will it still release the precious seeds?
Urban garden of veggies--
How does she sleep through the night
If the berries don’t bloom?
In the warm summer sunlight
Oh, to fruit and fruit