Corn Redux

I had the pleasure of running my pale corpus through Sever's Corn Maze today. The maze is like if El Dorado was real, and made of gold made of corn. Me and my girlfriend made love amidst the fragrance of dusty dirt and varmint feces, feeding each other raw stalk and grubs found within soggy logs and beneath Minnesota farmstone. As we lay under a greying azure sky, the sound of children giggling seemed mere meters away. It felt right. And as we dressed ourselves, like a bullet through the brain it struck me that sometimes life makes it clear to you that it's all downhill from here. I love you, my little maize (that's corn in Mexican) princess.