Boundary Work

Ksh-grrrrit… Thooop. Ksh-grrrrit… Thooop.

I was digging for words between us.

My shoulders tightened
with every jolt the earth hurled back.

Ksh-grrrrit… Thooop. Ksh-grrrrit… Thooop.

The air thickened between clamshell and ground.
Each strike pulled more suction—
the dirt grabbing back, unwilling to release.

Ksh-grrrrit… Thooo-oop. Ksh-grrrrit… Thooo-oop.

I spread the handles wide as a wishbone,
the earth molds itself shut.
Gravel scrapes the blade’s tip.
No instructions, only resistance.
The ground yields to steel
but rarely to agreement.

Ksh-grrrrit… Thooop. Ksh-grrrrit… Thooop.

I am putting up fences
to keep you away.

Ksh-grrrrit… Thooo-oop.

        Ksh-grrrrit… Thooo-oop.