TRIGGERS (AN AFTERNOON DRIVE THROUGH DRY COUNTRY IN TWO STATES).

My friend Glenn,
Grew up in Post Falls Idaho, population thirty thousand.
Heart attack, 60s.
Can’t drive through without thinking of him.

My friend Ben,
Passing through Ritzville Washington, population sixteen hundred.
Car crash, 30s.
Can’t drive through without thinking of him.

My friend Rachel,
Endless rolling Washington wheat fields; popuIation unknown, I got James cranked.
Moved away, 40s.
Can’t drive through and listen without thinking of her.

Dry wheat fields,
they’re itching my eyes.
They’re all gone.

EPILOGUE.

My friend _____,
Leaving soon.
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My eyes, my heart.