OUR EMMA, FAIREST WHEN FLEEING—
Don't be discouraged, though we wrote this
while moving trucks on Reserve
approaches silent as a shut-in
who can't help but mean well.
As you quit this town—a habit
& ugliest shoes. Listen to Jesus
Keep your sunglasses loaded & ready.
Night, as we know it, is hours away.
fitfully. When you give up on the Word,
& loud. Try to feel welcome in South Dakota,
This poem was written for Emma Torzs, who lives [here], when she decided to leave the town of Missoula, MT heartbroken. It later joined a load of other apostrophic poems (some to friends, some to dead celebrities) in a tidy little manuscript we're calling Selected Letters.