Threshed stalks of blood sticky wheat dancing mid air form praying hands with 3 extra fingers each as a farmer with strange cancer is sent from his tractor limply across the prairie, a tear in the shape of his old bloodhound casts from his smoldered eye. I am forever obsessed with the wisping, in between world that is banal, abject small town Middle America. I live in Manayunk, PA.
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