We have preached this landscape
where everything is incorporated
and telephoned. This is the machine gun villa.
A million models are priced, tagged,
and ready to ship
from the warehouse of our machine gun villa.
Maple syrup, moccasins, Mount Rushmore key chains,
potato guns a-ratatatatting in the machine gun villa.
As for the rising of ideas, I love your tan
little miss river rat. Go further and it is further
into the machine
gun villa. A rose on a slab of bloodbath?
& not a tidbit of hostility for the machine gun
villa. I love the river of your solar burn.
Yizzerd! What beautiful country the machine gun villa.
Poems by Lillian-Yvonne Bertram can be found in Alligator Juniper, Bat City Review, Cream City Review, Gulf Coast, Harvard Review, Indiana Review, jubilat, la fovea, Narrative Magazine, Subtropics, Sou'wester, and other journals. For the moment she live in the Berkshires with her partner and their cat, Hipolito Yrigoyen. A native of Buffalo and a once-upon-a-time Pittsburgher, she roots for the Steelers and the Bills, and is a guest poetry editor over at Arsenic Lobster.