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The Southwest

April 9, 2009

Cacti and country music,
Dust devils and adobe,
Wet appetite and dry earth;
This is my experience of the southwest.

Wheels roll across the hot pavement,
A silvery mirage ever within sight
But never within reach;
Desires but no direction.

This is how I feel,
Everywhere and nowhere at once;
A Waylon woman, rambling, roaming,
Passionate but unplanted.

I wander in my mind
While my hands hold the wheel,
My body rigid,
Unrevealing of the urges inside.

This country is complicated.
I am complicated.
Conflicted, but with conviction.

I long and I love,
I care and I create,
But sometimes I feel like I simply rotate;
I want something, someone to ground me


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