Flash by in rows, repeatedly.
Stifling, the scent of false industry
Sweats along the country roads.
A mirage of a farmhand straightens up.
Sprawling road kill. Shreds of tires, unassuming.
First shards of LA, and anticlimactic.
Cars congregate-stop and go-
Shadows lengthen, the highway’s hum turns to an unforgiving lull.
You are forced to imagine the fragile ecosystems
A state line is crossed. Street signs change,
And people with them.
Because everyone has forgotten napkins.
In the morning: Rolling hills turn to mesas.
Heat rises in waves of invisible striving toward the sky.
Faceless horizons turn to dust.
By Stella Pfahler
Stella Pfahler is a Bay Area native who attends RASOTA for Creative Writing. She is a circus freak, enjoys surfing, and she plays the saxophone.
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The family comes bubble wrapped, prepped to eat over synthetic discourse.
Prayer first. The future’s passed around; patrons pile on the collection
plate. The oven is hot and the timer cheats. Women leap at the beep,
unrehearsed in their assembled domestic burst. Another spring chicken:
underdone meat, dry like chalk. She’ll learn. The men are robust with
compensating promises, raises and grease simmering at the table, lingering
green outside the confession booth. They lurch. A bubble pops and the
curtain drops. Chairs adjust, scrape back singed skin. Faith and heat
A senior creative writing major at Walnut Hill School for the Arts.
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