girl from Norman
i know a girl
from Norman, Oklahoma.
-her hair like the dusty win,
(the dustbowl is still caught between her mind, between her legs)
the screaming and crying by the Alabamiam Coustada,
as they are driven into her and off their own.
the potency of the twisters in tornado alley.
-her legs go on forever
just as the plains
just as the crops
just as the migrants,
who come with the dust and go with the wind.
No longer is she a migrant from the south.
she is Oklahoma.
and that is O.K. with me.