We remain foolishly hopeful (or, obituary for the top soil)

By Kayleb Rae Candrilli

I am forever concerned

for the quality of the breast milk

I’ll never make. My partner and I are out

here in the sun, gardening in our ugly human suits

and lusting the next produce. We take the temperature

of each bell pepper, each tomato, and we hope for a healthy

harvest. We are always hoping for the best. But humans

have sent all their worst inventions straight into

the soil. You can taste the plastic before

it’s even grown, before it’s even

melting in your mouth.


Kayleb Rae Candrilli, “We remain foolishly hopefully (or, obituary for the topsoil)” from Water I Won’t Touch. Copyright © 2021 by Kayleb Rae Candrilli. Used with the permission of The Permissions Company, LLC on behalf of Copper Canyon Press, coppercanyonpress.org. All rights reserved.