In which I explain myself Alex Dawson I want the garden, not the flowersin their sterile vase, I want the bees,the fruit, the soil under my nails,I want to make a meal
of what is true. The grit and griefof life, the words you never said,caught in your throat, I want them like I want the birds
to follow the invitation of the moon. When I was young,someone peeled my eyes widelike wild grapes. Don’t you see?
I couldn’t close them if I tried.

More from Alex Dawson ↓

• @alexdawcreates on Instagram
• Second Nature on Substack
• Her book, All these Living Things, is out now
• She curated and edited the anthology, Upon Learning That: A Collection of Poetry Based on Facts About the Natural World. It is out now.

You can listen to me read a poem by Alex that is included in the anthology Upon Learning That over on Instagram @rembrandts.cure

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