Cornfield Pain
Cornfields...
I feel heat--heavy and thick.
The sun is beating down--
Hard.
I'm sweating--
Profusely.
My glasses are fogging over.
Drops of moisture roll down my face. The humidity is unbearable. Clothes stick to my body. And looking backwards in time, I've got to wonder why I was wearing jeans.
But then I know,
Why--
The poison, the insecticide, the ivy--
I don't really know...
Exactly...
But it was something.
Beyond the sharp bite of the leaves--
That cut my hands and sliced my face,
Beyond a plant that shows no mercy--
To me--
There is something...
A day later, my skin erupts--
An allergic reaction that sends me to the hospital...
I would like corn...
I would like to like corn...
To feel it, experience it, get lost in its stalks...
But all I remember are the sharp blades of the leaves,
And the remembrance of a pain...
That seems to last
A lifetime...
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