Code Grey: Air Contamination
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When the only the only game of your days is hunting weed
putting the skin to your mouth smoking burning blood
it’s only natural that you would need a gatherer.
You look through the ascending soul at the flies that fruit your full sink
the juice stains on cup rims bread rinds stuck to plates
chicken bones and their spilled ink wing skins sucked sauceless and spat
out. You usin’ me, dog. Look again squint through the rising grey
soul, at your fishing pole by the phone nothing tethered to the line
at the gun I know you keep under your rib, not a soul
at the end of your bullet. Let me show you how to kill something
besides time. You usin’ me, dog. I’m making you useful. [End Page 885]
Ian Williams, who received his Ph. D. at the University of Toronto, is an assistant professor of ethnic American literature and culture at Fitchburg State College in Massachusetts. He is co-editor of Misunderstanding Magazine, a Toronto-based literary journal.
