Prolit

a literary magazine about money, work, & class

$2.29 for a 20oz coke?


cashier once told me her cousin
had died pouring concrete way up
on them rocks down the road
when a big storm blew through on
the solstice; she said god cast him down
from the mountain like lucifer; he dove
through the roof of a doublewide dead;

that machine’s broke, hon;
try swiping on this one;

yeah the family still ain’t seen a dime
from the company and the boss was born
richer than god; i guess some crimes are
perfectly legal; it happens; thanks sweetie
enjoy this weather!


Steele

steele authored the above poem