Flyover

'The frontier is 60% starch. White Tailed Deer hear sugar in the earth/So do children/Your child is a deer'

“Above the clouds” by Georgia O’Keeffe

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“Flyover” appears in Red Fern Review this fall.

Flyover

Write a lullaby if you’re shy;

Know shame? Guard your name.

The propriety of Emily Post is paramount when a thousand daisies daily

bloom from a rifle barrel: No shirt, no shoes, no service but you can keep

your camo cap on.

A man was killed on a motel balcony,

a woman in a hotel kitchen,

a driver during the final lap at Daytona,

a college student with a cattle fence,

For which I have no excuse save that hurricanes kill 90 people a year in the US.

Paper is the great defector because we are the nebula of North America.

The green light on Daisy’s dock means her Wi-Fi works,

while the Big Rock Candy mountains swim in rivers of syrup.

The frontier is 60% starch. White Tailed Deer hear sugar in the earth.  

So do children.

Your child is a deer.

-Jeremy Nathan Marks