Ended after you left me

At that diner

To finish the rest of the onion rings



On the western edge of Nebraska


Curious and menacing

This group of men

With no legs

Pursued me

Through deserted, post-apocolyptic prairie towns


Past shattered fives-and-dime

Where nervous young women peered from behind

Mustard-yellow shutters


Men with no legs

And shiny red faces, the color of wax around cheese



Tied to their necks like gunslingers




My mama always said

"Pump your gasoline and get out


"No good comes to folks who linger

In filling stations"



Is what I think of

My mom

And your parting sneer


On the run

From these bellowing wheelchairs


JDiego Frey--August 18, 2000

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