About the Feature
It’s not so bad once you get used to it—
August’s algal bloom on the farm’s
edulcorates the smell at least with
avocado green. I like the way peaches
slide from a can
in this diner, and these regulars who
get to see a metaphor solidify outside:
six yellow hazmat suits
up from the city slog through shit.
Let’s pray she isn’t in there. God
I hope it wasn’t him—
That guy who knew how to handle
your horse and its ineffable
About the Author
Rennie Ament is finishing up her MFA in poetry at Hunter College, where she has taught creative writing. She lives in Astoria, Queens.