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In the Diary Barn
Everyone is writing
And no one can really
Talk What are you working on
Is the only safe question
I’m working on a book
About a cow who goes
To space And you O great
Count every word
Adding white to white
So where does she go
The cow The Milky Way
Of course and never
She never comes back
From EtC (Solid Objects, 2023) by Laura Mullen. Copyright © 2023 by Laura Mullen. Used with the permission of the publisher.
Sing muses if you will
Of what opened once
In the “spread” between
What farmers earned
For milk and the price
Consumers paid at the lip
Of the Depression. Speak
Of roads shut by mazes
Of hay bales, hot farmers
With shotguns asking
Head in a circle of flames
Tongues long yellow petals
“I’ve already said this”
A target the center of
Somebody’s sad vicious
Fantasy life at least
The rest is silence
By which I mean to say
Sudden cold or the sudden sense of having been cold for a long time
He said he was getting back some things that had been lost like what
Love oh great looking out across the river he wouldn’t meet my eyes either
Something flashed up and fell back down into the water there look no
I told him about the time I saw them feeding the crowd up out