Wichita

The first stanza of a poem that articulates how I feel about Kansas, still. I've only been here for going on four months, but my feelings haven't changed much.

I've gotten really good at blaming everything on Wichita,

flat beers, cover bands, garage sales with limited folk art;

license plate sunflowers, scrap metal sunflowers, ceramic sunflowers.

Well, that's it for now. It's finals and as soon as those are over, I will write more. 

SUMMER!!!!