Shanna Compton

Contraposto

To my dear & loving head wound,
There is no beautiful mountain
anywhere near where you were born.
But let's just say there were,
instead of swamp & highway
instead of woods & marsh gas
instead of dualie pickup trucks
with slingshot gangs and make-up
camouflage there were a pretty mountain.
You would have climbed it first of all.
I would have too, to meet you.