Factory Skies

by Kacy Cunningham

With lunch breaks at midnight, you learn
to grind your teeth. Jefferson, Wisconsin. Football
when there’s a strike, only during strikes, and chicken nuggets
on a gray tray on a linen table, and everyone smiles
while they chew. You never did learn
the one word for a cloudless day with no sun. In 1992, one
of the three Crowley brothers stole
his own Jeep keys and cut down
as much of a forest as the vehicle let him

but we were most surprised he left the pub at one, early
for us, and the little pub was just down the road so sometimes
the guys would sleep in their cars before work, waking
automatically. Even those Crowleys.

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