Homestead

A skyscraper with a rusted car on its lawn. My aunt in a gingham skirt hanging sheets on the line. “There is a man cut in two by the window.” Great obelisks of windows all the way to the clouds, and a man cut in half in every one. They’re staring at a field being plowed by hornets with wristwatches. They keep trying to stand, but their legs have walked off without them.