I am a greedy rhizome, sending shoots
to gorge on portions of the yard.
there I am on the step, in the driveway,
under the clothesline, & growing
larger all the time. I wonder
at the wisdom of this, the earth's complicity
in my vice: how it has led my mouth
to this exposed hunger,
edged-dark with first love.
only to be told, after all, some cravings
are only charming when you're small:
I've since learned
to lick my fingers in private
when on my knees in the garden.