A valley staked to the horizon by staggered rows of head-high corn, the ground merely surmised, aimlessly surveyed. Just a view to keep in
We pull cords across the lumps of our mattress and strap it—encased in plastic—to the roof of our car. Neither of us could push
Would infant-racket, sun-glare, angry sky build or bury a life? We met late in the day, a hundred seconds to midnight on the doomsday