I am inhaling the first
cigarette of my new pack
smelling the striking
copper handle of the gas
pump still on my hand
as
the brittle air pours
through the wide-open window of my mother’s car.
Indiana looks like a
moon,
wholly other-worldly
just out of rifle-range.
Hoosiers: big up and
down
ball if you’re not
familiar. Skinny draws, gorges
fall off to the right
side of the road.
A man with an Asian wife
pulls up in a white mini-van.
She gets out to pee,
accidently leaving
the door open.
The man lets the door
stand ajar.
He is focused, rubbing a
pale-ringed knuckle
and staring at the
decapitated field.
He reaches into her
heart-
shaped purse
in the driver’s seat.
And finds a candy bar
in there.
She’s coming back now,
hustling over
the frozen-black-muck, smiling
at him
in her little-pink-jacket.
He opens his door
and eats the entire thing
down
in bewilderment.
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