I am burning poems in the backyard

We’re looking for poems from writers from Big Sky Country, Chicago,
the Plains, the South, the Boston area, the 14th arrondissement,
because these poets have nothing in common with other people;
and poets from California should only be read by citizens of California

send in those poems if you’re gay, overweight, comatose,
addicted, full-breasted, Christian and proud, ambidextrous,
a victim of discrimination,
imagined abuse or rock martyrdom

for an upcoming theme issue, bring us poems
about neil young, halloween, or ye olde Oklahoma rodeo,
coughing at breakfast, cole slaw,
or getting married for the fourth time
what is that like?