Kansas

~Matthew Roth So we drove all the way across Kansas in the rearview mirror of a storm. The radio towers hummed above us no particular tune for a villainess or a man without backbone or charm. But we drove all the way across Kansas for something—perhaps it was for this: to prove we could only do so much harm. Like the radio towers looming above us, we flashed a bright warning, red and careless, then stoic, inscrutable as the term that we drove all the way across Kansas to find, whether it be love or weakness. We just wanted something obvious and firm as the radio towers that rose above us. But country radio is all about loss. Kansas is about the death of the farm. So we drove all that way, across Kansas and back, through the heat and wind and dust, to discover nothing left to learn. Nothing in all that way across Kansas, or in the radio towers above us. ~~~~~ Next