I knew you were tired when you

Rested your feet up on the dash and

Pulled out your last cigarette

An orange flicker in your eyes

And smoke billowing out in front of your

Satisfied eyes

You asked me to pull over

"In the middle of Arizona?"

"In the middle of Arizona."

Other thoughts, besides her own

Were of no matter

And it was always strange

That not even the dry heat of the desert

Could dry out those feet

Perfectly manicured and shaped

Through her exhaustion she wanted to

Dip her toes in the desert sand

And the threat of scorpions and rats

Would never consume her

And as she hit the sand, she spun

Surrounded by tumbleweed and barren air

But she was never mine, and because of this

She was soaked up by the sun

Never again to grace my passenger seat

06/16/2011

Posted on 06/16/2011
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