Butterfield, Minn. Tommy's farm 1993

It's been ten years. That was the year of the flood. You thought it was a shame I should see the rivers that angry with their sides. the land so broken and swollen. The sky that unbearably miserable. We had just been releas'd from prison. Remember that one humid night when we dropped some acid, & you threw your clothes & wallet into the fire. Tucked your penis up between your legs and said , "I quit". You were such a show off, like that; Beautiful, and darker than Midnite. Troubled, as the harvest that Fall. We went up into that giant corn silo. That starless, godless evening, in the heart of a stormy July; And we never came back out.