The other day we were returning that UHaul truck we'd rented-
You were asleep in the backseat.
The sun was already hot at 8a.m.; Another one hundred degree day.
Desert living.
And there were mountains all around- we passed the sign for the freeway
Leading to El Paso
and I thought: Let's just keep driving
I'll turn the radio up and you'll keep sleeping and
we'll just take an adventure-
Go to El Paso.
I've never been to Texas.
Lone Star State.
Desert living.
It was already hot at 8a.m.
Another one hundred degree day, the mountains all around…
Since we've moved, I've decided to try and write poems again
While you're sleeping and I have time on my hands.
Life's not like it use to be.
Neither is poetry.
Maybe that makes sense.
Someday.
When the car is full of gas and the rents been paid,
We'll drive out to El Paso.
Just to say we did.
I'll be
crazy,
and you'll be
sleeping.
Desert.
Living.
