Our poem of the week is from Volume 1, Issue 2 of burntdistrict. Jakob VanLammeren’s poems have appeared or are forthcoming in diode, Explosion Proof Magazine, Gigantic Sequins, Hanging Loose Magazine, Pebble Lake Review, and queerzinelit.com.
from SILOS & SMOKESTACKS
By Jakob VanLammeren
I will not drive into smoke; the fires of soybean fields will drown me if I go on.
Skinny steers leer at me through the windshield & it is dead grass heat at 8am.
My heart is an irrigation lake.
There is something inside of me that longs to charge
the fence lit with a current made to kill.
See the scorch marks near my ribs?
I am burning the perimeter crops to prevent a wildfire from spreading.
You are water tower that I can see from any tollway,
a pocket of shade like a secret crush.
There are a dozen artichoke cacti on old Route 66
but I am tired of music, of wind pushing the van toward Amarillo.
August is a corset I want to unlace.