Tuesday, July 6, 2010

(found this scrawled in an old notebook of mine)

The Farm
By Rebecca L. Morrison

Clattering truck tires,
unhinged idiosyncrasies - an upheaval,
electrified and tangled, a mass
of nerves and turns of the stomach.

A paper-bag breeze disturbs what
warmed my scalp;
I am the rattlesnake,
diamond slits for eyes, and I am coiled
in your daughter's lunch-sack.

Axed, halved,
destroyer of dogwood blooms.

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