Some Day We Will be Scientists, or Farmers
We have begun the experiments. Peek-a- Boo Birdhouse, with two-way mirror so the
girls can spy on chirpy hatchlings, watch cartoons, and cry. Next comes the Roots-
Vue Farm Kit, dirt pellets fluffed to life by fork and seven cups warm water. The Egg
Carton Garden, with optimistic beans. Our refrigerator monitors a series of magnetic
hypotheses, obscured by coupons and photos of babies who no longer exist. All the
while our house spins slowly through space; the dog in the yard is in his eighth
rotation between ball and treat, between fence and oblivion. From the moon, Earth
is aglow in blue flame. We are observed by satellites of dead stars, as if, by
prediction, we will rise up and be absolved.
Amelia Martens is the author of The Spoons in the Grass are There
To Dig a Moat (Sarabande Books, 2016), a book of prose poems selected
for the 2014 Linda Bruckheimer Series in Kentucky Literature. She met her
husband in the IU MFA program; their collaborative projects include a
reading series, a literary journal, and two daughters.