iowa

iowa
to you, iowa,
i've been thinking
the last few weeks,
it's been a long time since i left
you and i've never once been back,
oh it's trite to say i lost my heart
with you, iowa,
amid the beans and corn and
the rolling hills
only an easterner could call flat,
but when i think of you, iowa, i see
a little house with red shingle siding
and i taste the salt of our sweat as
we made love on a mattress on the floor,
we were always breathing hard,
sometimes in my memory i taste blood,
so thin it all was,
hardly enough to sustain us while we lived there,
not nearly enough once we were truly gone,
from you, iowa.



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