Note from the Editors

 

   SEEING RED 

    ENDU(RED) ADMI(RED)
    DESI(RED) WONDE(RED)
    RUMO(RED) ADO(RED)
    ENAMO(RED) INSPI(RED)
    DISCOVE(RED) SAC(RED)
    HUNGE(RED) WONDE(RED)
    EXPLO(RED) FEATU(RED)
    AUTHO(RED) SEA(RED)
    DA(RED) UNCENSO(RED)
    SOA(RED) ADVENTU(RED)

 

 

    


Designed by:
SiteGround web hosting Joomla Templates
PDF Print E-mail

Secret Town, California


The Interstate exit says, “Secret Town,”
and I think it’s not if it has a sign.
It’s like saying you’re asleep or sexy or classy;
the announcement negates the statement.
But maybe it’s not a description
of the town’s location, but its function.
Perhaps it manufactures secrets.
There are always more and more,
and they must come from somewhere.
Or maybe it’s where secrets are kept,
like valuables in a bank’s deposit boxes.
I imagine rows of warehouses and depots,
tractor trailers coming from Sacramento
and San Francisco, cargo containers
shipped up from LA and Hollywood,
and I consider stopping to get a pricelist
or maybe sightsee, but then I remember
when my dad drove up to the nuclear plant
“just to look around,” and we were questioned
for hours by machinegun-carrying guards.
The security at Secret Town, whatever it is,
probably would be formidable.  Unless,
like us, it is just a set of ruins, a ghost town.
If so, there might only be one of those plaques,
the kind that give a few names and dates,
but never adequately explain what happened
or why, just as I only spoke in generalities
about the past when I started dating again.
Most of us have a Secret Town, an Area 51,
a “Here Be Monsters” region in the landscape
of our lives, and the locations are often marked
in ways as clear as an overhead highway sign,
but that doesn’t mean people should stop,
and, if they do, it’s best if they stay in the car.


 

A faculty member at the University of North Carolina School of the Arts, Joe Mills has published four books of poetry with Press 53:  Sending Christmas Cards to Huck and Hamlet; Love and Other Collisions; Angels, Thieves, and Winemakers; and Somewhere During the Spin Cycle.


next           table of content