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To my darling Ulyssa —

They call this The Heartland like
Marketing people call themselves creatives
So they don’t leap 
From the nearest window
And here
Well we don’t even have windows high enough
Flung myself from the damned hayloft
Landed on pa’s horse and
Didn’t stop its gallop 
Till I was two counties off 
Started a new life there
You’re a star
And I’ll never ever see you again
Orion’s belt has gone dim
His pants are down, dick’s out 
Hotdogging and peacocking and
Up there all alone in the dark.


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