Culture Shock

Small town…

Dust bowl…

Around me

When the wind blows

Dust clears

I’m still here

I wish it would just blow me away.

I’m silenced

By this isolation

Different

Is dangerous

Looking

For kindred

Spirits in this graveyard.

Where is my latte?

My art gallery?

I can’t say any thing

Without it spreading like a plague.

I buried myself in

Conformity

Where’s the girl I knew back when?

She’s lost and she’s drowning

In steak and sweet tea.

All these dirt roads lead to nowhere…

~Jennifer Rapier-Milne