axoplasm

ghosts of bison haunt the vacant road.
she drove 320 miles along it,
belle fourche to killdeer.
she turned twice past killdeer, missed the third turn,
made a wrong turn for the third turn.
she was lost.
her hands were numb from the steering wheel.
she stopped to pee alongside the idling car.
the prairie buzzed in the afternoon heat,
locusts and power lines.
the bison consoled her.
"don't be hungry," they said,
"all the food you could ever want is here."
their voices hummed and crackled.