...because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying? - Pablo Neruda
You ask out of the blue: How are you?
wanting to test the waters first
I thirst
Going wild west I am
stage coaches
Hands no longer in my lap or yours
In a country of glow worms
no retreats only circles of
wagons overturned
petticoats surrendered
ubiquitous white moon
of buffalo skulls
curved horns
spider web
dew-dropped
between parted
lips an arrow
always misses/rots
the over-spun plot
thin thin with only
you the main one
and me
always the
minor one
in yours
how now I am all
leathered scalp
lip savaged
free untethered
from the noun
the verb of thee
But just who is driving the
coach the dust will never reveal
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