from “Blasted Fields of Clover Bring Harrowing and Regretful Sighs”
From the crater rose a dinosaur with girly hands. All fled to the teller
machine having seen the meteor’s descent a metal streak across the
sky. Even the radio shrink made haste following his forehead. Rows of
women in a field extol the virtues of mail-order grains. One mounts a
screed another makes a wild rice portrait of her beloved sitcom neighbor.
After accident and indecision they wait in a roadside shack with television
and folding chairs. The breakfast contingent dwindles so the delinquent
must find a new haunt. Not this time. A pizza grows colder upon each traversal
of woods a mnemonic for sex and further sex on basement steps. The doll’s
death certificate conceals a robotic arm and by the time someone finds
a phone the corn will be up to the raptor’s ribs. Lackluster composure
another left behind.