gospel of the American
highway: cardiac tangle of midwestern cities and the plains like a bloodless cadaver. thistle in the median, a single shoe. here is the haunted wood, the coterie of wolves in the late night diners, the rental showers, here is the dream of the sleeping country, white line fever flickering in the monochromatic dark, hank williams on the radio, hitchhiking ghosts and weeping women and humming blood bells above the interstates, the woods thick with cryptids