Thousand Palms Matt Greene
At an oasis in the desert, hidden by fields of
windmills, yucca and trailers, our hearts beat faster, acclimating to the
vacuum. The oasis was a two-mile loop, which we traveled in conflict. We
acted as if it was all some kind of joke, but that was because we felt the
disagreement in our skin and teeth, because we didn't have a name for
whatever was happening, couldn't put it into words. Some of us rested among
the palms and some of us felt the desert was anarchy and they had brought a
sledgehammer. Mostly we didn't talk and sometimes some of us went over with
the sledgehammer and turned hard things into dust. We took turns tossing
rocks and hitting them in uppercut. We wanted to know what was inside the
cacti so we found out. Some of us had gathered in the shade on a bed of
fallen fronds. There are things a sledgehammer cannot fix, one of us
said, and another of us said, Who said anything about fixing? >>>NEXT >>>
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