AUSTIN HUMMELL

 

Iím Not Up So Much As You Are Down

Off the sidewalks here cornsnow
bounces like packing peanuts fallen
to the prodigious feet of mice.
Scratch prodigious. The cool kids
ditch school and stomp on the corners
like their feet are on fire. Even the dogs
blow smoke in the streets. Today,
a girl with China white skin
said drop the accent or drop your pants,
so I thought of you. Two step, cornbread,
your polysyllabic damns.
Always more of a drawl than a twang.