Alba Cid; Meg Berkobien ::
be careful how you plant them, with their roots face-down, you say
that’s how it went: the Dutch ate the bulbs brought from Turkey, convinced they were onions. they cut them, stewed them, imagine entire families chewing tiny
of future colors
around large tables made of alder wood.
after dinner, they’d have nightmares.
Read the full poems in The Offing.