The Poet Prays to Her Radio for a Country Song
O guardian of the well-lunged, purveyor of lies, enabler of the backseat horny, I am sorely afflicted. Traveling the long tongue of highway 40, I fear the bottomless black sky of loneliness has hawked me from the back of its throat and doomed me to land, wet and without notice, in the dust-bitten spittoon of […]