Midwestern Paradise
Small Town Sharks
A sea full of trees
in a field of corn
where the mist comes in waves
and the dreamers are born
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beware of the sharks
lurking down near the creek
their sarcasm is sharper
than the bite of their teeth
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small town ignorance
sure, that's what you may think
but we all wear the pants
when we spit in the sink
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we may know everyone
by their given nicknames
not much under the sun
beats - 15 minutes of fame
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We may be a bit slower
than you'd like us to be
a week ending churchgoer
where the forgiveness is free
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At night as the sun sets
you will find us in awe
cause as good as it could get
this is where we belong
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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making space
Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
By Mesh Toraskara day ago in Feast
Comments (2)
So idyllic! For all their flaws, when small towns work for you, they're wonderful. (If you're an outsider, maybe not so much. But even then it can be good. And those sunsets are fantastic.)
This seems to be quite the description of a country dweller.