Chad VanGaalen - Leaning on Bells
I saw harvest women in Iowa. Corn beauties as strong as Kodiak bears. They carried their men on their backs, their little mean men. Each one would shout at his woman, "Belinda! Get me to a pipe!" or "Betty, where's that chicory?!" They were living with the land, in tune with the land and themselves, the men were, from the backs of their women. Every harvest woman I met had a man on her back, and often they, the men, would be snoozing. Deeply. Curled up on the curve of their ladies' backs. All the men wore hats. All the women had on blue dresses of brutal and tremendously durable denim. They shook their braids in the wind to wake up the men, who when startled would shout, "Husk! Husk! Husk! Let's husk!"[BUY Shrink Dust]