Contributions by Mike Saye

Issue 19 | Summer 2017

Because the Wreck

By | Poetry

Because the wreck could not be fixed, they dragged it under an oak. First Budweiser, then Jim Beam, they doused the crushed tanks, kicked the warped fork and pretzeled spokes— the headlight looked like a broken bowl. Someone brought out the come-along and the logging chains, others grabbed gas and pistols and  lighters and ten …