in a dead town a blonde
pasted over plastic salad
we don’t want
to admit
we’ don’t want
here and now
bleached by long days
the feel of a dirt road
the broken fence
the yellow teeth of the locust
on the lawn
rusting
a cracked mountain
sinking
in a dead town a blonde
pasted over plastic salad
we don’t want
to admit
we’ don’t want
here and now
bleached by long days
the feel of a dirt road
the broken fence
the yellow teeth of the locust
on the lawn
rusting
a cracked mountain
sinking
other animals 