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“for a languid thirsty human (during a pandemic)” by Elli Samuels
Buying baby eggplants and
petite strawberries
at a farmers’ market stall,
I am beckoned to slide
my paper dollars
through the hole
in a homemade wooden box.
She delivers my change
with a mask-muffled thanks,
hand to hand,
the odd beauty
of her dirt stained
fingers and nails
taking me down,
to my knees in my head.
Baffling as salvation,
and bloody natural
as a tiger
paw-deep in meat.
Elli Samuels is a poet living in the Pacific Northwest. She is a cookbook author (2014), a yogi, a runner, and is never without passion for a stellar cup of coffee.