A great cloud of smoke hanged
over town. The color of my mother’s
lungs, orange-dawned sky, white
birds ravelled like thread. The
Goodyear clock hadn’t been lit
in months and even then it
only flashed the wrong time.
A great cloud of smoke hanged
over town. The color of my mother’s
lungs, orange-dawned sky, white
birds ravelled like thread. The
Goodyear clock hadn’t been lit
in months and even then it
only flashed the wrong time.