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11 May 2012. Cody, Wyoming

I'd like to know who gave
this restaurant five stars 
with its abused lettuce
and colossal olives from a can.
Who ends up in towns like this
surrounded by mountains and
pre-chewed news inflicted
with a plague of locusts
worse than the bible?
Is this packet of saltines
supposed to disguise the fact
that this lukewarm soup 
was cut with skim milk?
Now that I no longer 
have room for dessert, 
I'd like to apologize 
for the violence
this rotting community
has wrought, stealing your
independence and robbing
your self-worth