Hometown
A Small-Town Girl’s Perspective
Grew up in a small town
A subrural nowhere
Somewhere on the map
Near somewhere you might have heard of
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A small community
Smelling of horses, skunk weed, and gasoline
Hay and cottonwood a-plenty
Where allergies spring all year ‘round
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An insurance company’s nightmare
Dry as a desert rose
Strike one match and watch it blow
Away in ash and embers
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A vortex of despair
Off Highway 666
It sucks its residents in
And never lets them go
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One day I will rip free
Defy all the physics and escape
This blackhole of a town
Never to return
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About the Creator
Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
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Comments (2)
This was so sad and emotional! Loved your poem!
I thought I loved the "smelling of horses, skunk weed and gasoline" line, but then I got to "strike a match". Clever and vivid 😁