Wyoming: A Love Poem

This was my first shot at a Sestina. I wrote it for a Valentine’s Day gift a year ago and I’m happy to see it up and published for anyone to read!

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“Oh please don’t go—we’ll eat you up—we love you so!”― Maurice Sendak, Where the Wild Things Are

I hear undeveloped property is being sold for cheap by the acre in Wyoming
in an effort to stimulate the economy now that the mining industry is gone.
So do you want to run away with me and leave all this behind?
We’ll buy a piece of land we can hardly afford and build ourselves a home
with a mortgage that’ll take decades to pay off. We’ve both already got debts
and student loans we won’t ever make good on, so fuck it, let’s add a little land.

We both have degrees that only mean we’re prepared to deal with landlords
and relative poverty in shitty New York City apartments. So why not Wyoming?
The only people we owe anything to is ourselves, and I’m tired of living in debt.
The American…

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