In the Tall Grass

by Stephen King

ghost of New England road salt still splashed on the rusty rocker panels.

susurration

she refused to call it a baby-bump, that was so People magazine—and

Buddhist skateboarder vibe,

It was the Kansas version of Dolby Stereo.

Dalí world with Kansas stereo.

text-message vocal delivery

sagging, empty waterskin of her stomach

All flesh is grass.