I was thinking No. No, oh no. Not one more thing.
I was thinking my mother, who sat rigid
in the passenger seat crying, How terrible!
as if we had hit a child not your front bumper,
Hawks circle fields near the highwayhoming in to catch the scentof animals deep in the high dry grass.So many wildflowers
I’m writing this from nowhere. Oklahoma
if you care. It’s not south, not west, not really
Midwest. Think of a hairless Chihuahua
on the shoulder of Texas
I’m not expecting to hear her speak, stopped as I am at a red light in Stoughton, Wisconsin, on the
Everybody’s dying this week, and for no good reason, that is, no money in it, and suddenly second opinions are
Rattle is proud to announce the winner of the 2009 Rattle Poetry Prize: Lynne Knight Berkeley, CA for “To the