How I came to the ruler-straight, dry pavement of Flour Town
My wheels bump along the wide
patches of dry
on Tomahawk road, a road
named by white European settlers,
that takes Yutzys to buy some
and wide-brimmed hats.
At least I think they’re supposed to be wide-brimmed, but I’m just guessing here.
that Pablo takes to get to work
at Cielito Lindo.
with an unreasonably large Amish hotel
(Yes, Flour Town’s hotels go to church)
and a theater that runs poorly-researched musicals
[and Glee, for that matter]
they don’t use musical instruments)
that a Midwestern, Middle-class family of four runs on
to get physically fit.
wearily driven by first shift factory workers
in gray pick-up trucks.
perused by a