Sometimes I think I’d be good at country living.

I could live down the road from the guy with the NOUSREAL sign on his lawn

And he’d be afraid of me.

I would tell fortunes with a twang and

Spread Tarot across the kitchen table and

Lie when I saw bad news.

I would make my own goddamn strawberry ice cream

And go whole days without talking to anybody.

Then I doze off on the drive and wake up

Passing places called Grants Pass and Talent,

Nursing blackberry bramble scratches on my elbows.

The Wheel of Fortune is a good card, I promise.

Maureen O’Leary Wanket is the author of How to Be Manly and The Arrow.

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