|Oct/Nov 2001 • Poetry|
Loosestrife, a word you
taught me, one the country poets use
in lists with red clover and Queen Anne's
Lace, a word so full they touch it only
lightly as if it might burst.
Remember when we told poor Nicki
it would be a great name for her country
band? She sure was a country girl, with her
cloudy, slitted yellow eyes, her breasts long
and loose under workshirts, her hard voice.
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