THE SUN CRACKING BONES
Mather Schneider
ice water at
ten a.m. stranded in the desert beans for
breakfast the sun cracking bones
like a hungry dog growls work out
from beneath the mottled gums Old Meth-teeth
smiles from a porch on the
trailer across the alley there’s no latrine breeze but
we’re happy that air’s moving at all charm grows on
you without rain
we must imagine
it all we want is to finally know what we
really need
