I’m cultivating a blackberry thicket
out behind the trailer, so damn thick
it’ll double as a delicious line of defense.
I’ll hoe back the weedy enemies
and prune my bloodthirsty bramble babies
and sing them Johnny Paycheck songs
to make sure the vines grow strong
and cantankerous
and the thorns fill in extra prickly.
I’m plumb serious
about single wide fortification.
And I bet my fruit is sweeter fertilized
with a drop or two
of rich, well-nourished gentrifiyin’ blood.