Sites Route 11 Hills rise and roll, brown and lonely like the saddle the family’s oldest uncle left. We are nearing the bullet-holed road signs, the scripture-inscribed walls of the old store where the wandering or heartbroken danced, shoved their palms into the chests of those they loved or were up against. This is the wash where relatives took the mattresses of the dead or dying to burn—where cousins gathered to shoot bottles, old dishes, the dogs that killed four … Continue reading One Poem in Three Parts by Paige Buffington