Every summer they rebuild this town. Heavy-set men with heavy-set hands, eyesthat tell stories. Heavy-set tourniquets on hard-earned head wounds.
It's a bad joke, really--
"Gravity, I love you. But, you're bringing me down."
What I mean to say is that meat raffles are for real.
Aging beauticians take up new professions
pancake makeup & gut-strings.
You know, it's funny what gets me:
the sound of a train, conductor heavy on the horn:
a slow-motion smile hammered into Vaseline:
that bush he swore
Michael Lambert is currently living in
His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Mixed Fruit, Red River Review,
Symmetry Pebbles and Wisconsin IMG. In 2011 he was
selected as a finalist in UW-Madison’s Lit Fest, and in 2012 was awarded the
Thomas Hickey Creative Writing Award at the . University