Juanita Miller

FALLON, NEVADA

someone
once lived
in that
old tin
shack
it was
hot inside
like it is
in Fallon

Nevada
was in me
rootless
and wind-swept

his hot
wet
my dry
inland sea
fossiled
with big bones
my heart
a sutra
gone beyond

i said
don’t keep
your distance
my hot
old roof
will
cover you

–from Rattle #26, Winter 2006
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