Adriana Grant

July never seemed so strange

I know why you’re listening and it’s because you want to know what

the weather is. There is a road that meets the road that goes to my

house and a lot of green grows there. That is the way it happens

sometimes here. Two crows bicker in the intersection. A box of tissues

in the rearview mirror. I don’t know that I need to know more than



                                                                    No Tell Motel, July 15-19, 2009