poem: in a moment of desperation i searched poetry MFA california

Here I am in pogom – trapped trapped
Blood deer in the face, looking askance, how many times
Will be stuck and need to reinvent myself – to change
And hasten story – burnt-earth desert town and the problem
People lick me in; nothing to read — no face in the granary 
Earth possible – no child and no foraged
Credentials; waiting woman until earth made
dear and new, sudden and fleshy, touch me in
The gloom of my house and produce,
I cannot.