Issue 71, Fall 1977
There are no cattle in Abilene.
I expected cattle.
I thought they trafficked in cattle in Abilene.
And diners. I expected diners.
Abilene isn’t even western anymore.
There are more foreign cars than cows.
The women are right out of Vogue.
I expected swimming holes and I got heated pools.
You could prowl the streets naked and never
You could order coq au vin at any coffee shop
And get it, but fried chicken.