Issue Twenty-Five - Winter 2015

Dirty Water

By Jess Mansour Scherman

At the final turn of winter, I saw a man
snap his car door open at a stop light, press
a fist’s worth of burger wrappers and the squared
plastic from cigarette packs onto the snow-sheened
pavement, snap his car door shut, and drive off.

Does this landscape happen upon us
in dirty gusts and skin-blurring waves?


Copyright 2015 Scherman