Across the Tracks from Bozeman

Someone has painted the town on this abandonment, the old slaughter house— a concrete block canvas, subject of perversion and violence— the hermaphrodite full fronts under white scrawls of FUCK N SUCK N WAR. Like poetry, this does not mean but only is, its etymology—confusion of abandon and empty— of bovine blood and a boy … Continue reading Across the Tracks from Bozeman