There's a sheet of glass over America,
cracked segments of freeways, wrap-around
porches, Hopper gas stations, Mennonite
cafes, fields of wheat, small town lawns,
her dark hair, her indifference, absence,
little Joey's Mummy car, yuk! before
she drove off with him, his voice filling
everything: courtrooms, Sears Tower,
Dunkin' Donuts and the lady cops,
Union Station, the plane,
through the window
an ocean, like glass.