Smoke
The cornfield is burning. The fire department is better off bringing butter and pinstripe paper cups.
Your father claims, “Act of God.” There will be insurance money—maybe more than what the harvest would’ve brought in. Not enough to send you away to college.
Your house is a mailbox cherry bomb. You can’t stay. Michigan is a mouth that only knows how to chew. Maybe a war in the desert is your destiny.
You and I started our own religion in that field. Look at the fire hose baptism.
Did you set the fire to see if I would stay?
Photo Credit: PSParrot
I felt a strong emotional impact from this, and the last sentence gave me goosebumps. I’m truly grateful to the author for giving me such a powerful emotional experience.