Texas Highways Xv Poem by Armadillo Poet

I want someone to be mine
The way Texas is:

She belongs to no one,
But I am lost in her deserts.

Whether I charge down her streets
Or get tangled in the insect silk of her forests,

She is out there filling creeks with her tears,
Or with hot rage tanning cattle hide alive.

She bleaches bones,
But then glues them together with crystal.

And I need to be made whole this way:
Every inch of my skin will be hers.

And she'll carve a map and brand it,
So that I don't get lost again.