POEM XXV: “YOU HAD TO HAVE BEEN THERE.”

Ask any West Virginian about Grandma’s Furniture Warehouse
and the resultant explosion
will astound you.

They’ll scrunch up their faces,
draw in their breaths,
and screech in falsetto:
“COME ON DOWN TO THE BIG RED BARN OFF NUTTER FORT!”

You have unknowingly touched off the fuse on a memory bomb,
activated the chip
which lies embedded in our state’s collective unconscious
like the beacon which calls a pigeon home.

Our Sh’ma, our Our Father,
our national anthem,
is a local television ad
in which a mustachio’d man dressed in a frilly nightgown
and old-fashioned sleeping cap
shrieks at us about discount furniture and mattress sales.

Truly, nothing can scare us now.
Do your worst.

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