a truck’s
hateful puny
flag flag flag
flubbering
like toilet paper
affixed
to a non-skid
shoe a waving
assertion
landing differently
from the
breadth
of the Midwest
we grew up in—
a city
on land
we felt we
could
somehow
truly belong to
or figure out how
now we live
in a place where
difference
is spotted
fields away
and we think
this is not
where we grew
up yet
we know
better now
this rabid pave
has always been
the stalking
cut
of home