After the third accident, not his fault,
Amtrack desked my Uncle Dave for good. At family
gatherings he leaned against the wall like a tree
planted too close to the house. He buckled
the sidewalks with his feet, downed power lines
with his tight smile, and bourbons.
"The Endless State,"
Booth: Vol. 2
, Article 2.
Available at: http://digitalcommons.butler.edu/booth/vol2/iss5/2