Crack In The Stove Listen to the pine splits crack in the stove clouds down our roof like burnt pine, milk The smell of come in the shack
A breeze on the wall from boiling tomatoes A baby snorts air while it ***** a tender breast
it was time to put apricots out in the sun, cover them with cheesecloth
Nothing but the whine of bad mud between the cabin logs I hum Cold Blew The Bliss to the cild, touch fattened dough I wait for the sound of his truck hoeing a splutter of thawed ditch
And when he comes he points his rifle at the floor, lets the dog smell his pants