The Cows Off I-5

The Cows Off I-5 Mark Simpson

Few understand that the cows off I-5 standing ankle-deep in excrement are there for us, so that we can have the perfectly round hank sizzling on the gas grill in the backyard, or that we might take satisfaction in refusing it so that we have something pastoral as we drive I-5, cruise control set, what we like on the radio, thinking fuck this fuck this as we pull out to pass the semi climbing the hill next to the clear-cut, the Jesus Saves sign just up ahead. I don’t understand about the cows, but I do know how to drive, metal-fleshed, high beams on and ankle-deep.