by Tim Height
She writes America in the language of
Self-harm: red blood, white pus, blue bruises
Along her arm. Her prose published
In a newspaper obituary. Praised for its
Descriptive diction. Poetic like
“In memory of…” etched with
Blades of grass in the dirt.
Where she is buried
In a mud house
Where she waits for God
In her Sunday clothes
Stained with hellfire
Damned to the core.
Where she sings America the Beautiful
In D Minor…