Combing the
Desert {
Rural Arizona}
The
desert tracks you with
unrelenting malice
beats down upon you like a
gang rape.
Scars remind you that you’re here,
though altered.
Theory states
that you’re
still alive, but no longer
are you
you. Naive
and soft, parts of
skin hold each
other together, intertwined
lovers
after
the sun goes down
it’s cold outside, and the
ground sucks
up all the
heat,
and I
hope
I can find you
and
keep you warm,
mummified
in a state of
perfection.