Tag: Poems

  • Midwest

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    Why Are You Yelling?
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    What’s it like there, where you are?The stiff air chokes my thoughts.I hate stepping barefoot on the burning, damp ground—afternoon rain;forgetting my sandals, I sidewalk hop. You’re doing 15, stuck behind a tractor,tapping thumbs to the wheel and tracingthe dust on your dashboard.Thoughts of me are under the seat,between empty bottles and stray CD jackets. I…