Brief Guide to North Star Transfer Station; Fast Eddie

 
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BY BRODY LANE SHAPPELL

Brief Guide to North Star Transfer Station

Looping in and out in a breeze

you won’t mind the greed

of flies or the stench of headless

caribous. The easy in, easy out

nature of our dumpsters

is arranged like a sleepy moon

and green as lichen. Don’t fret

about Mindful magazines,

a Silent Night song sheet, blank

notebooks, a tool box with no

handle on it. We’ll take the load

off you. We’re here for your

botched fixes, oversights,

user errors, Safeway plastic bags,

an Easy Bake Oven that overheats

or keyboards with no delete. Don’t

worry adding expired chicken to

insulation, busted batteries to grass

cuttings. In the landfill

good ole Mother Nature

will figure it out. Because our site

attracts addicts, trash trolls

and the homeless, we post guards

for your well-being. Note: we’re not

responsible for oven cleaner

foaming into a pack of berries,

dead ravens, foxes, voles or gulls. And

thanks for your continued use.


Fast Eddie

    sucking on go go juice

                 under a god given sun

   i haul oil pipes 

               through the arctic gates

            brakes smelling 

like rat piss   

     round oh shit corner 

               lost valley

  oil spill hill

      i keep that shiny side up

                      past pesky greenies

     along fat creeks

               and into spruce ash

        moose bumper in front

                         nobody on my ass

      i hammer down

                    for the north slope
safety straps 

            fooling in the wind

                  like no tomorrow                 


Brody Lane Shappell is a poet based in Fairbanks, Alaska and is currently studying long-distance as a PhD student at Texas Tech University in the creative writing program. Brody’s work has been published in journals such as Cirque and Southwest Review, and has work forthcoming in Antipodes.

Process Note: My intention is to create poems strongly grounded in a sense of place, whether it’s a public dump in the northern interior of Alaska, or the Arctic environment of the far north imagined from the perspective of a truck driver racing with his load toward an oil development site. Through research, talking with locals, and visiting the place I’m centering on and notetaking, my process is very much that of an investigative reporter, bringing to public attention relevant issues ranging from equity to problematic environmental attitudes.