1.

The whole town reeks

of must: plaster children

 

poised in scraggy yards,

fields of yellow metal,

 

a mattress pressed in a window,

and all around us, space.

 

 

2.

You husk corn. I smoke,

clouding distant cattle.

 

We eat facing west, wait

for dusk to settle things.

 

 

3.

Bats screech toward water,

texturing the dark.