Home State

by Nicole Callihan



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