When I’m By Myself I’m Very Different Than I Am
In a car in Ohio, I am sitting
against the sky eating blackberries — truly
the biggest ones I have ever seen
in this life. They were grown in Kentucky,
which is just across the river.
There are many farms. It is nice
or it is night — but one or the other of those
is a mistake. The radio plays
something dripping with juice. In Indiana,
where I’m from, you are far enough away,
I think I feel at home here — Fuck the lord
and praise him both! I am sitting in my car
and my amygdala’s an owl. America’s most daring
white rabbits come to pet me.
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