It was a wit's end type of situation. He showed
up at the end of August with his front-porch-
sweeping wife and a divining rod in a hard-
shell case. "Here today, up to Buckeye next
week. Goin' all over, been all over."
He was a last resort.
throughout the house.
Pictures of smokestacksA house divided
brush their way
across the inland
prairie between the
front bedroom and
against itself cannot
support the weight of
Bringing two housesAbove all, the black
under one roof is a
better left to those with
a conciliatory nature
clouds of mineral
exhaust sink back
to the earth
The sun sends
and unable to navigate
Matt Mullins was born in Louisville, KY and is completing his graduate degree at North Carolina State University. His poems have been published in Asheville Poetry Review.