More on: Midwest

In the beginning God created Kansas,
and it was without form and void, a grid
in two dimensions. And God said, Let
there be roads.

When my mother said
Linda
and looked that look, I could

see it all before me.

When I hear my parents’ voices lilt with Midwestern shame, our pernicious lineage, I want to set the bench on fire or bury an axe head into it.