Dec 14, 2021
2 min read
Dam Fodder
Prose poem: Dear Chaos
dear Chaos —when you haven’t cleaned your house
spill the truth like coffee on the keyboard
horror hands can investigate insurrection or the timeline of a flattened
Dollar General — emails forward on PowerPoint with whole pasted
plastic Santas, fidget poppers, nail stickers, Cracker Jacks —
now lawn ornaments and dam fodder for the bartered Mississippi
