Land Flowing with Milk and Honey - Kelsey Fuson


My mother is fallow ground, 

dry and cracking. She shows off

her lack of vitality in every shaking step, 

sways and almost falls. 

There is no more grass here, 

but she's moving forward, yellow 

spreading to everything she touches

like watercolors in rain. I say mama, mama 

I say, don't you know your body is dying?

Yes, she says, yes but you can't take my living anymore.






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About the Author

KELSEY FUSON is currently studying at Furman University. She has fractured both her wrists and her right hand and was once hit in the face with a baseball bat. She loves her dog a lot. She hates carbonated drinks. This is her first publication.