Welcome to Midland
By Logen Cure
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Welcome to Midland is a queer coming-of-age narrative in verse set against the backdrop of conservative small-town Texas. These linked poems explore the cultural and natural history of West Texas (from the horned lizard to dirt storms to Laura Bush’s car accident), connecting events and movements from across eras to create a tenuous yet strong sense of place. Giving voice to secrets and silence, Welcome to Midland considers identity, community, family, and legend.
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Welcome to Midland - Logen Cure
I
Permian Sea
My father told me
once all this desert was vast inland sea:
all mollusks and trilobites,
amphibians bigger than my imagination.
He pointed westward,
explained the Guadalupe Mountains
are an enormous ancient reef.
All this, he said,
everything was water.
Then the sea stagnated,
temperature skyrocketed,
acid rained from the sky,
everything died:
the most massive extinction
in recorded history.
All those fossils,
oil now. Of course.
I was born here,
to the pasture,
spiny mesquites,
cracked red earth.
I imagined being born underwater,
born a suggestion
of what’s to come,
something so basic
it could survive
when earth starts over,
a nautilus, maybe,
all tentacles, no memory.
I dreamed of it, the sea
before its horrific death,
before millions of years
sun blazed over lifeless desert.
Sometimes, waking I thought
I heard the waves.
Lucifer at the Tea Party
My mother will tell you about reading the invitation to me—
Hannah Miller’s 4th birthday, a dress-up party—
the way I said, Oh good, I’ll wear my devil costume,
how she explained that’s not at all what they meant.
Think tea party. Think fancy.
Oh, I said. Then I’m not going.
When Hannah’s mother asked me at preschool pickup
if I was planning to attend,
my mother explained the misunderstanding
after I said, Nope.
Oh, Hannah’s mother said,
just bring her in whatever she wants to wear.
I don’t believe I remember this.
Isn’t it strange? The way story blurs
with memory, the sweet mythology
we make of ourselves.
Ask my mother and she will show you the photo:
little girls clad in lace, sashes, tiny gloves,
sitting in a circle, heads bent
as Hannah opens a gift,
and me, kneeling in the background,
dark eyes looking square at the camera,
my horns crooked, the hellfire on my red, red cape
just visible at the edge of the frame.
Elementary
My fourth grade teacher told me
she dreamt I belonged to her:
together we traveled by boat.
I imagined the unending sea,
my young teacher squinting in sunlight,
a life with another mother.
The day I had to explain
why I chased Rebekah Jones across the blacktop,
punched her in the back so hard she fell
and bloodied her skinny knees,
I really thought I was in trouble.
You know that thing boys have
that girls don’t? I said.
My teacher nodded.
She said I have one of those.
Before I could say sorry,
my teacher hugged me;
her sea-green eyes brimmed with tears.
I stood stunned through Rebekah’s stiff apology.
Back at our desks,
she picked at the bandages on her knees;
I drew a series of boats.
Dream in Which I Am Wile E. Coyote
I am Carnivorous vulgaris,
Famishus famishus, other fake
Latin terms for hungry,
all ribs and red-rimmed
yellow eyes. I know
only one desire.
My desert is vacant
apart from the roadrunner.
I am forever chasing,
wielding knife and fork, down highways
disappearing into orange horizon.
Every time I get close,
the music swells.
I think ACME can save me,
a better blueprint
could tip the