I-90

Poetry

Carly Warner

Ask the boy in So Dak if you can bum one in the Target 

parking lot. A handrolled doesn't do enough. He tells you 

the girls here are all hoes & they’re crazy. Was it Pierre  

where a twister last scrambled the earth? 

40,000 feet in the air, clouds expand & contort 

but they’re headed east. Take the bridge in Chamberlain  

west over the Missouri & you're in another new world.  

The blue expands more than you thought possible, the hills  

roll green & gold.  

The air at the next stop tells you to get back in the car & 

hope the South Dakota sky won’t hurt you too much–