Arcane Desires

Love of my life,
Nader voter,
you left me
for a Catholic

You waited until
I befriended
your cat, your alcoholic
father and your city?

Nine hours on
a Greyhound bus
during winter finals
the most wonderful time

of the year in Minnesota.
The low winds froze my toes off
through tape-plugged shoe holes.
Your frozen weather iced my flash bulb

In October you are not suited
to Western Illinois.
Too much corn, too many dead
redneck poets you never read.

Too much cowfaced
bitter and unstable Jewess
here to suit you.
They say long distance never works, but now I can
reboot you.