to
natalie’s mom, from the dog
artist statement: this poem was written on the spot at a fundraising event for the Vallum Society for Education in Arts & Letters. it is for natalie’s mother.
poem transcription:
[image description: the poem is typewritten on lunch bag-brown paper. under the poem, emilie has typed "emilie kneifel," handwritten "2019," the year the poem was written, and has drawn a daisy wilting or touching its toes]
to natalie’s mom, from the dog
your knees smell like digging
curling under the lapping milk-
weed tender leaves my ears i hear
you even with my face in the rush i smell
us leaving the sprawl of a road trip-
pping over the wide earth planting
my tongue in our dirt
emilie
2019
émilie
kneifel
is a sick fish, goo fish, they fish, blue fish. find 'em at emiliekneifel.com,
@emiliekneifel, and in Tiohtiáke, hopping and hoping.
artist statement: this poem was written on the spot at a fundraising event for the Vallum Society for Education in Arts & Letters. it is for natalie’s mother.
poem transcription:
[image description: the poem is typewritten on lunch bag-brown paper. under the poem, emilie has typed "emilie kneifel," handwritten "2019," the year the poem was written, and has drawn a daisy wilting or touching its toes]
to natalie’s mom, from the dog
your knees smell like digging
curling under the lapping milk-
weed tender leaves my ears i hear
you even with my face in the rush i smell
us leaving the sprawl of a road trip-
pping over the wide earth planting
my tongue in our dirt
emilie
2019
