Janelle Woith: Odd Numbers

Chloride on the expired December bottles splits potash from ash: Lutz's muriate rides K and Cl together, Gary's field doesn't, and Ehrhardt's sits under a salted county road. He'll talk in the road but won't initial. After a storm she pulls fresh bottles from the public ditch below his outlet. When the state funds only half the chloride, the planner wants it spent on the farmers who wouldn't sign. She assigns it to odd lab numbers, blind.