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Postcards From a Family Roadtrip Through the American West



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There is an entire lot of them. Erstwhile shiny cars,

formerly functional too. Now cinderblocked,

rustpocked. And attended by half a dozen llamas

blinking stupidly. If rustic poverty is scenic, then

yes, it’s scenic.


In a state of arrested decay,

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When carbonates precipitate out of solution, they can

form petrified springs. Perhaps mineralized coils.

In the briny lake you’ll float high enough to read my

résumé. This is Atlantis in dry dock.


Wishing you’d told me that

before we got off the boat,

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Roadside turquoise is scarce on a Sunday. The fossil

beds persist, inaccessible among the brambles and the

insects. Intersecting the highway hypotenuse are the

wheel ruts of the Oregon Trail. How to dismantle a

rattler?


Comparing the swelling to fruit,

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Animals are dichotomized into the ones you can shoot

and the ones you can sell. That could be a marmot.

The rivers are all running abnormally high, and the

moribund horse festoons the town with its grim

iconography.


Swatting salmon,

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In grizzly country your car is the cage. The

glacier’s apotheosis was sadly apocryphal. Cottony

blooms hung heavy with rain. An atheist can witness

the earth breathe and still be assured it’s purely

geologic.


With yesterday’s panties in today’s pocket,

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