Missouri
March 28, 2009
1. I was at Black Water cafe on a Saturday morning, typing up a poem about Missouri for a friend’s zine (although the poem was to be rejected–yes, from a zine–because of “length”). The poem depicts the scenery of a road trip through southeast Missouri.
2. A few moments after I’d finished editing it, I hear someone behind me loudly say–to a departing friend about a sports team–”I love Missouri. I love the way Missouri looks.”
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