American Dream
by Christine Hamm

      
      
This is a poem about a lawn.
It's green.
It's square.
It's flat where the chairs went in August.
There are dandelions.
A bulldog digs a hole and buries a hand,
buries a handball.
The lawn is mown at near regular intervals by
a flamboyant transexual.
I mean a moody teenage boy.
The mower is gas powered and full of deadly thoughts.
The daughter of the house
ten
sniffs gasoline in the garage.
When she lies on the cool invasive concrete
the rafters full of her father's tools spin above her.
Later, she will become a moody teenage boy.
I mean a second grade teacher.
Until she marries a red haired man
who dies suddenly.
She finds herself feeling nothing and
questions the nature of her reality.
She's not real
so she doesn't question it for very long.

But this poem is not about her;
it's about her lawn
and she's ten and
hasn't turned into anything interesting for
the past 24 hours.

The lawn, however,
was a sunset, a stick of flesh
and a tic in the gunman's eyelid.
Near midnight
it becomes a weeping man,
stands up and
walks out of this picture.

Christine Hamm has an MA in creative writing. She has been published in Stirring, Octavo, Shampoo Poetry, Poetry Midwest, the Adirondack Review, the Absinthe Literary Review and over 30 others. She is the literary editor of the cultural journal, Wide Angle, and has taught several poetry workshops in NYC. Her book, Things You Can Do With a Sharpened Pencil, is available for purchase at www.lulu.com/sharpNpencil