We're in !@#$%^&* Kentucky
by Hezekiah Allen Taylor

She kept saying it aloud
a whisper, then dialogue
then almost a shout

before breakfast, it was a come-on
after dinner, it was a curse

she couldn't let it alone
forced it to dive from her tongue
in the most ridiculous of circumstances:
eating peanuts at a roadhouse
counting mileage by the highway sign
wandering grocery aisles
in period-size towns on the truckers' atlas

whose only claim to fame
is her repetitive, harsh exclamation
continuing to fall
willy-nilly, haphazard
without a single glance
through crosshairs.

 

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