Colin Dodds
YOU EFF OH
Hell filled
Heaven unbuilt
A scientist came to school and told us
loneliness doesn’t exist,
but money does
Sentenced to a pursuit of happiness
in a world without end
Our questions answered
with mass-produced luxury items—
the cul de sacs said amen
Lutheran, Methodist, Latter-Day Saints
churches wherever state highways crossed
The ghost of God haunted the hills
so heavily
But the orange gas station signs said it best—
there is a Gulf, a Gulf indeed
I borrowed my mother’s car
And flew past the schools and strip malls,
flew past the churches and gas stations
I was a flying object
who aspired to be unidentified
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