Short Stories and Poems

May 24th

Manes shiver in the whipped air

nickering vibrates the dull ground

yards of disconnected  wire grass where

septic  is dug up,

in drying mud, pieces of house,

that lay uneven, rocky, and mad.

Back hoe man reverses

and spits tobacco juice.

black fingers and white skin

swollen over the years to double their size.


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