Nebraska 

WAIT.
I have an idea.
It involves a lot of howling. A lot of
standing in one place.

Nebraska, sweat and dust.
Flat and desperate.
Licked my wounds like it was nothing.

Houses lined up, dead-faced. Slumping like old
men. Doors hanging open like
waiting mouths
saying, “Come in, come in. I promise
you’ll be safe here.”

WAIT.
I have an idea.
It involves a lot of flailing limbs. A lot of
hurling my body out the window.

You human-shaped famine. Hands like
a starving dog.
Always wanting more & more of something
I didn’t have and

couldn’t give.

By Hannah Gramson

Biography:

I am a 24 year old graduate student living in the Pacific Northwest, pursuing a degree that has nothing to do with writing.