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Joplin

A staircase

in an open field

leading nowhere

Scenes that make no

sense—landmarks gone

street signs lifted and flung

into the next county

Trees

a gasp of breath

so grim so beautiful

Your own block

looks like no block

your own house

no longer a house

“The first thing

I picked up

in my parents’ yard

was a pendulum

then: Monopoly hotels

a bullet