Showing You My Hometown

Whose rooftops droop like power lines and tiltingstovepipes cough fibrils of smoke from failing firesthat haven’t given heat since Mondale lost. I knowthe faded NASCAR signs, the velvet robes          of carcasses          on deer hoists          in bow season, and window shades handmade from sheets.This...

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