Crop Yield

I’m a homegrown jerk still gummy

in your fluoride-glazed teeth,

a jeering Jezebel of the parted cornfield,

a jester jilting hillbilly hides.

Which side of this husk of man

I’ve left behind is more endearing?

I’ll cross stitch this five o’clock shadow

into a constellation that forgives my

reckless life, that screams The stars

make it so, and then you die.

“Crop Yield” is a poem I wrote in 2019. It was published in Neologism Poetry Journal, which you can read online.