How Much for a Gallon of Corn?

June 15, 2008

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Midday, under a scorching sun where children play down by a distressed river, waste piles higher than record-breaking temps and an old black dog lays restless on browning grass. Gather up your heels, these waters will rise again, in the shallows of the city sky stained by misuse and neglect, we saunter on unsure of our unfamiliar land.

Fifty dollars got me to the beach and back. A long drive to take on a Saturday afternoon with the sun bearing down, the air conditioner leaking on my foot and last night’s birthday bash wearing me thin, but I went, intent on enjoying the day and shaking off a bad mood.

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist