Nebraska
broad hips, flat chested
horizon up to here
opens me
soothes me
calls me home again
to flop eared cornfields
deep in the marrow
we teased our virginity
listened for rabbit nests
rolled ditch-weed into
California dreams
Nebraska
eyes wide open
tawny wheat lashes
stills me
quiets me
calls me home again
to muddy lipped creeks
lazy grins hinting deeper
where I’ve been, where I’m going
we spread naked in the water
cupping tadpoles in our hands
sure in their knowing
Nebraska
full belly, heavy with dusk
yawning in half-sleep
holds me
cradles me
calls me home again
to crickets gossiping on the lawn
fireflies stuttering
we leapt, snapped their magic
tattooed our arms, our faces
humidity traced the curve of my breast
and your fingertips followed
thirteen hundred miles
from Nebraska
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