TY - JOUR
AU - Melendez, Maria
AB - MARI A MELENDEZ Qust Add Carbaryl!) This valley never spawned a religion of emptiness, not with tomatoes lining the causeway like lice from the backs of elephant trucks. Put in sheep to barber the bushy tomatoes, recover some losses after the plant has closed. Kids always sympathetic to the wind, opening windows on the school bus to let it in like a beggar. I was born in the blurry mind of the desert in rain, came here to take my place among rows of olive trees, old scholars lined up at a urinal. (Who cares if words are emptiness, they motor things along like a thin, strong muskrat tail.) (Who cares if they are tiny compared to the tendrillar galaxy, we still love the oak gall that grows its delicate shell and inky dust around the peewee wasp.) Swerving through a storm of corn debris, I'd like to tip my head and drink up all the yellow duster has to offer. You know that once-popular Italian way of painting love: a young man with hands chained around a tree? That is not what I mean— Interdisciplinary Studies in Literature and Environment 9.1 (Winter 2002) Copyright © 2002 by the 
TI - One-minute Wail
JF - ISLE: Interdisciplinary Studies in Literature and Environment
DO - 10.1093/isle/9.1.233
DA - 2002-01-01
UR - https://www.deepdyve.com/lp/oxford-university-press/one-minute-wail-PNl30A19iq
SP - 233
EP - 234
VL - 9
IS - 1
DP - DeepDyve
ER -