They say she came from the east, like MacDonald’s and Buicks. But Sue was different. Neither the rice paddies of Thailand nor the CCP could stop her. So Sue blew her way through. She ate beaches and the Mao portrait in Tiananmen Square, destroying the culture while she was at it. But Sue was different. Instead of planting mini-malls and MacDonald’s and Buicks, Sue brought blackness. And as she came crashing down, everything was engulfed in a rich baritone black that quickly covered the world. And at last Sue’s work was done. And Sue blew her way through.
We rolled down the hill wanting to stay out here as long as possible, before the counselors came to haul us back in, feeling the ubiquitous grass engulfing our bodies and giggles as our brains turned to mush like a watermelon in a blender the spongy dirt below us was cold, unlike the sand on a beach that’s been heating all day. The wind whispering in our ears and the fiery sun blazing its last splinters frantically, trying to light up the sky again as the impatient night danced around it.
jumping mice run through the field with excitement do they know what’s soon to come
PS: the magic page that will always jump you to the latest poem is "http://www.saintannsny.org/depart/computer/poems.html"