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Essay on Urban Homesteading, a Poem

As the weather grows warm and we grow restless, we’re reminded of Allison Titus’ vital, burning poem from Issue 57, The Wild Issue.

ESSAY ON URBAN HOMESTEADING

 

The dumb hours blunt the after

noon with bottle neck

 

with clover & weeds

almost meadowed

 

& black widows & the mint.

There are so many ways

 

to be tired. All summer list

& ungather, place strategic

 

plywood over yielding

planks. The beginning

 

a swelter now settled :

now not new :

 

We have our pick of bars

& a new bullet

 

ratio : a little less day-to-day

interruption : a little less

 

metal : barrel : slate : syringe.

Les watch-how-the-dark

 

-performs-our-ghosts.

We settle in,

 

accommodate the history

of what is left

 

to us, blue marl & viaduct,

cold storage units

 

turned into lofts; sirens

& blackouts;

 

a rampage of ten-year-old boys

throwing rocks.

 

Allison Titus is the author of the book Sum of Every Lost Ship. Her poems have been published in A Public Space, Black Warrior Review, and Gulf Coast. She lives in Richmond, VA.

 

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