American Gothic, Circa 1950, by Rote
The slippers, curiosity and desire, buff the polish of exurban floors for the ancient arrogance of newspapers stinking of violence and retaliation. The dog, kicked from the yard to the lots of a city’s shelter, foraged beaches with friends and fauna before the perverted questioner. The pipe, for example, the loot of this victor, carries the peace of one relieved and content to impress accidental facts with the color and volume of Sunday comic strips for the memory of other gullible travelers who grow miles into their contempt for nature.