When I’m By Myself I’m Very Different Than I Am

Matt Hart

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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