BLUE CORN PANCAKES BY WILLIAM HUHN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 87

down in the city they got it

worse everybody had a time

sliding a foot by tonight

turn into skids how mouth

breathers they ever came to

sit behind a wheel and the wind’s just like a knife

what does deserve these

people with no tire tread

roofs piled like wedding

cake should be locked

up to me…