Rule 3: All Swine, Including the Champions, Must be Slaughtered
Zachary Lundgren At the Story County Fair, I fell in love with a girl blonde and sweet as the cornfields and as necessary. This wasn’t home. I doubt she recognized the dogwood blooming out my chest but it was – it was descanting the Iowa air. And no. The fairgrounds are small like this county but they are not. I watched him slide a hand down the front of her – her jeans, unbuttoned and he wore a hog smile. The smell of barbecue and cotton candy compelled the disgust ditching out my throat, begging for air and more. My mouth a hole nothing will fill. It wasn’t close to harvest so when I ran into the fields and stripped away an ear it was just too sweet |
About the author:
Zachary Lundgren received his MFA in poetry from the University of South Florida and his BA in English from the University of Colorado at Boulder and grew up in northern Virginia. He has had poetry published in several literary journals and magazines including The Louisville Review, The Portland Review, Barnstorm Journal, The Adirondack Review, and the University of Colorado Honors Journal. He was nominated for the 2012 AWP Intro Journals Award and was awarded the Estelle J. Zbar Poetry Prize in 2012. He is also a poetry editor for Sweet: A Literary Confection and a founding editor of Blacktop Passages. |