Today's poem is by Sandra Simonds

August in South Georgia

Why do I drink so much gin? Has something to do
with the way they burn the trees down here on either
side of the highway. Man selling boiled peanuts,
man selling handmade canoes. If you know the south,
you know a good woman can only really get the blues
in the winter. Summer is meant for losing weight. No white
people are going to talk about race. The Goodwood Plantation
I drive by every day has no memory—all those baby
alligators and volunteer tour guides with their quaint anecdotes
that lodge in your throat like the demented sun.

Copyright © 2017 Sandra Simonds All rights reserved
from Further Problems with Pleasure
University of Akron Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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