They want to know why here in Wyoming
people kill themselves so often.
Is it the cold weather?
The wind? The access to guns?
The terrible scream of isolation
from a flock of single, aging men?
It’s nothing more than all
those things and the starter fuel
of despair and alcohol.
In your window seat
from thirty thousand feet above,
the brown checkerboards
and lakes and mountains
hardly look like a landscape
filled with many people
or anyone with the complexity that matters.
Aden Thomas grew up in central Wyoming. His work has been featured in The Inflectionist Review and The Blue Mountain Review. More at: https://adenthomas.com.