Boooo Yaaaa
The first of what will surely be many rejection notices from The New Yorker. The piece in question is in my previous post.
Thinkers
The retired Buick Le Sabre
cowers in the uncut grass of my uncle’s backyard.
My cousin hands over the rifle:
“I’m tired,” he says.
Through the scope, I can see beyond the fence, across Highway X
all the way to the curtain of the woods
Out of that blackness
I imagine the cheerleading squad of my alma mater emerging—
performing their routine for the Mid-Advent Pep Rally:
Go Jesus!
Go Jesus!
Jesus! Jesus!
Goooo Jesuuuus!
Something clicks behind me, and I can smell my cousin smoking
“You’re like your dad,” he says
I take aim at rust annexed ’82 front plate
"What do you mean?" I ask
“You’re both thi—
cowers in the uncut grass of my uncle’s backyard.
My cousin hands over the rifle:
“I’m tired,” he says.
Through the scope, I can see beyond the fence, across Highway X
all the way to the curtain of the woods
Out of that blackness
I imagine the cheerleading squad of my alma mater emerging—
performing their routine for the Mid-Advent Pep Rally:
Go Jesus!
Go Jesus!
Jesus! Jesus!
Goooo Jesuuuus!
Something clicks behind me, and I can smell my cousin smoking
“You’re like your dad,” he says
I take aim at rust annexed ’82 front plate
"What do you mean?" I ask
“You’re both thi—
coda
the laughter of children
on black box recorders
At Six Flags
Great America
you can fake it
over and over
Again
on black box recorders
At Six Flags
Great America
you can fake it
over and over
Again
Working Bibliography
Palahniuk before Palahniuk: http://www.pifmagazine.com/SID/413/
In a league of his own: http://www.fishousepoems.org/archives/michael_dickman/index.shtml
In a league of his own: http://www.fishousepoems.org/archives/michael_dickman/index.shtml
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