ISSUE: Fall 2008
Ruin
was rumored
to be rooming
up the road
where
a neighbor’s barn’d
burned down.
Their heyday
a payday
away,
Pride,
Ruin’s bride-to-be,
paced our property
in the long
laced gowns
of afternoons,
while Ruin
rode shotgun
in Dad’s old Ford
and pulled the wheel
hard toward
cabarets.
Dad had
work, but
Ruin had ways.
