MISS AMERICA
I miss America
you miss a lot of things,
she said—
I’m really going to Kansas this time;
I’m no longer putting it off
the doorbell laughed as
a package was delivered
I’m not surprised at all,
she said—
I was glad we were still intact
hotdogs and pipe bombs
are delicious in mixed company
my only regret,
I said—
is that we don’t have them more
