So instead of another panic
attack I repot the plant whose
fibers & roots need more
space I borrow good
soil from two pots, I put my hands in
dirt my hands
around the shoulders
of roots like
life, like death,
Like rescue I want to move earth
objects want something to do with my hands to
keep them from shaking but it is more than that
I need something to
thrive if we aren’t, so dirt
spills out on the
counter & the floor, it gives me
a woman’s purpose to clean the mess
I made my own damn self
& on the parcel of land
where I hover, I eat, I sleep & plant into
I think
about which plants will
survive despite my intervention how
some fruit craves neglect & some
seeds erupt in garbage
& yet someone on the internet
asserts that piss provides an excellent source of
nitrogen, phosphorous, potassium & trace elements for plants
Ain’t that the way
drill for oil destroy a coastline
blow up a levee save one mansion
Piss on a garden bed, it is nourishment
I am helping
Rhienna Renée Guedry (she/they) is a writer, illustrator, and producer whose favorite geographic locations all have something to do with their proximity to water. Her work has appeared in Muzzle, Gigantic Sequins, Empty Mirror, HAD, Oyster River Pages, and elsewhere. Rhienna is currently working on her first novel. Find out more about her projects at rhienna.com.