yazoo river of the dead
“the rich black land,
imponderable & vast”
—william faulkner,
“delta autumn,”
uncollected stories
jerking back & forth—
the windshield wipers against
delta autumn night.
dalton’s whiskey-breath—
throwing off quentin’s embrace
after he got done.
low & urgent words—
in quentin’s ears long enough
but now just silence.
he had caddy’s lips—
but dalton needed more than
that to please him.
staring ahead at the—
the road handsome & ruthless
somber saturnine.
always the same way—
the cold shoulder afterwards
sons, brothers, lovers.
“the rich black land,
imponderable & vast”
—william faulkner,
“delta autumn,”
uncollected stories
jerking back & forth—
the windshield wipers against
delta autumn night.
dalton’s whiskey-breath—
throwing off quentin’s embrace
after he got done.
low & urgent words—
in quentin’s ears long enough
but now just silence.
he had caddy’s lips—
but dalton needed more than
that to please him.
staring ahead at the—
the road handsome & ruthless
somber saturnine.
always the same way—
the cold shoulder afterwards
sons, brothers, lovers.
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