(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.