About the Feature

photo by Jeff Reutter

It’s not so bad once you get used to it—
August’s algal bloom on the farm’s
manure lagoon

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.