Rare Meat (audio only)
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Poems by Kenward Elmslie are used by permission of The Estate of Kenward Elmslie.
too stoned to stay up for Night Beat
or hallucinate a Magritte: Night Heat
deep country sleep shelf self-chosen
all around bird sound blows in
one year comes out non-smother
yeasty two-hill vista breasty earth brother
The Harvey Girls invaded Kansas that spring of the famine
nudged by sweet memories of cornfields in the snow.
Okie weeders. Stranded in the orchards. Huts. Silos.
Could be inching my way across moth turbulence
(wrong country? Honduras?—No! No! Nepal!)
due to a motor disturbance in some itinerary program computer
that failed to take into account my aversion to hot weather decay