by dm gillis

this she knew
there was gasoline for Cadillacs &
bowling shoes for a nation
evangelist smoke in the Word &
verbs calm with promises

her thumb was in the air
blonde on the highway a
touch of dimestore red
in the opera off the prairie

another dead Elvis
on an Oldsmobile radio
where had all the Tupelo idols gone?

half of a distant farmhouse
behind the roll of a hill
centuries remained in its nails

if she mailed herself home on a postcard today
she would arrive there ahead of the frost