one rooster screamed as the other screamed

about the sun again. got up with his pants around his ankles, spilled
a coke can full of ashes. split his toe on a rock. said, the sun! oh hey
everyone the sun. lit another cigarette. hacked into the sink. a wide
tooth comb and out the door. fanny pack around his hump. suckled

his lips at a sleeping chicken or two. the red dirt sun swirled. chicks
in the yard said, pops too old for this shit, don’t nobody care. folks
want to sleep, said the needlepoint clique of hens. trash all soured
in the street. up everyone! another sun has come to save our souls.

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from the lord and barn–published by Tilted House

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By francine j. harris 👍