Delaware bleeds into Maryland bleeds
into Virginia into West Virginia into Virginia
again. These nauseating hills. This endless
into Virginia into West Virginia into Virginia
again. These nauseating hills. This endless
highway, mountained on both sides.
If something were to go wrong. If I were
to bleed. If I were to need a doctor.
These pregnant hilltops, straining against
the punishing pink sky. Clouds spooling
and unspooling. How anyone can mistake
this country for beautiful. If I couldn’t
reach a doctor in time. If there
were no doctor. If no doctor would see me.
How shadows blue the mountains
at sunset. How fireflies dot the grass.