Ragged Ass Joy Excerpt #1

by Ben Weaver


I want dirt in my salad greens

on my potatoes, carrots and beets.

want there to be seeds

mixed in with my harvest

want there to be wet stems

stuck to the sides of my sink

rain in my windowsills

and moths in my bathroom light fixtures.

I want ants to carry away my crumbs

from under the kitchen counters and table,

the leaves to collect on my steps

and change places in the wind

I'll walk with the dog in the mornings

because I want to go where a dog wants to go,

until I split like a melon

of my own ripeness.