Driving a gypsied road through a pasture of cows,
Settled in a morning, on a hoofed patch of earth.
All mothers are birthed in Gilroy,
California. They hide beneath javelins, their bulbous
Wombs warming in the soil. All our largest
Creations are called Elephant,
Let’s remember this. I
Think if you pulled the hair at the pit
Of my arm, you’d discover something
Like a clove of garlic. I
My children will know all of this is true,
Whisper in a morning to a hoofed patch of earth.