Country

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. Maureen O’Leary Wanket is the author of…