somehow you became pixel

became less dust and sky

turned into newsfeed

away from rain

I hardly remember

the hollow fields

of storm shelter of football

of miles and miles of jesus

my god the heat and ice-

buckled limbs o oklahoma

I miss the fade and shimmer

of you all these years away

and I’m still fingering

the panhandle hole

you left in me

Originally published in This Land: Summer 2015