Tractor Pull - Algebra Suicide

This evening, upon waking, I saw saying, «I'm going to a tractor pull.»

And I didn’t understand.

Outside, it was dusk enough to make things invisible

And I heard a car swerve as it skinned the elbow of an ugly child

It didn’t make the news, though I did wonder how hard it would be for a tractor

to skin anything

No matter how impulsive it was on the open fields

It was an hour before I fell asleep again and dreamed I was on a soggy bed

While Mom ironed linen curtains in the other room, saying:

«Isn't it awful here with all the heat and the fever blisters and no trees to

block the tumbleweeds

From coming in the windows?»

I looked up at the open prairie skies and all its stillness and I forgot that

the TV was silent

Letting us remember all the loud colors of the world