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59 mile marker 17, outside calumet, ok Snarl of locoweed in buffalo grass. Valley redstem in a tangle of wild indigo and a cracked fifth of Wild Turkey, neck bejeweled with amber. A grasshopper at prayer on the loud red pew of a dusty 12-gauge shell. To this, and to the whine of a Cessna overhead and the flycatcher dissing me from his barbed-wire throne, I add my sparkling arc of piss and move on to whatever it is I have coming. ...

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