On the Banks of the Allegheny
We had started over again—
an unpainted house with the new Chevy in the drive,
the model with the push-button transmission.
The lots were new. Rich brown
like expensive leather, the fresh turds
nested in the unseeded lawn,
shivering with inner life,
the maggots squirming wildly toward the light.
Plume: Issue #54 January 2016