“But if we plunged into Kansas,”
I said,
“It would probably become interesting.
It can’t be all cornfields.”
(It’s possible I was thinking of Iowa.)
She looked at me
As if I were speaking a strange language,
Or making a joke
She didn’t understand,
And I knew, in that moment ,
She would never try Kansas,
And I would never see her again.
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