On The Drive Back To Durango, I Wake Up In Taos - Poem by Leah Browning
Immediately, the landscape is wrong,
all shades of brown, and you are sheepish,
sure that you must have missed a sign
or two. I am on my way back to college
after a break, and I am furious to find myself
still in New Mexico, off in the wrong direction,
when I should already be in Colorado,
sitting at my desk, studying for exams.
I want to go back to that moment now, to be
the girl I once was, in those months before we married.
I would tell you, “It was a harmless mistake.”
I would tell you, “It could have happened to anyone.”
We would leave the car and walk through the streets
holding hands. I want to superimpose this image,
obscuring the one where the girl takes the wheel
and turns them around, driving away from the unexpected
city with a mouth as sour as vinegar.
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