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PROSE POETRY

COURTNEY HITSON


CHARMS OF THE ANTHROPOCENE


​How a tractor’s pesticide-stream emanates exhales of chromatic vapor to resurrect into your sightline as rainbows. The wobbling gait of an overfed corgi in a cowboy costume. Wooden, red signs engraved with “Live. Laugh. Love.” amassing in Midwestern landfills. Each morning, the melancholic weave of your car tracing the same sentence of asphalt. A pair of Converse sneakers flung skyward to catch on a powerline and dangle as if samara seeds conjoined at the stem. An autotuned rendition of “Jesus Take the Wheel” blaring from a North Carolina hurricane clean-up in November. My vegan self debating the ethics of used leather. The orange skipping-stones of students’ Dorito-coated fingers on their papers. Many, many cheese logs. The power-walkers convened at abandoned malls in the early morning to sport old-school headphones and remember a time that doesn’t exist. Every environmentalist’s frustration, pending as a cursor with an unwieldly secret.


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​Courtney Hitson
teaches English at the College of the Florida Keys. She currently has work forthcoming in Potomac Review and Sequestrum. Outside of writing, she enjoys scuba-diving, freestyle unicycling, and philosophy. Courtney and her husband, Tom (also a poet), reside in Fort Lauderdale, Florida with their two cats.

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