she was a deserted one
under the hot light posted
arizona sun
and almost
flew the coop just
to drown the sound
of mathematics out

jesus
good god there's blankets
to cover her ankles
the moon shreds
a woman's strength

god damn there's state lines
and staples
when maps are outdated
she draws in her own
own vision of home

I knew once a flower grew
in chicago's prairie too
blazing scores and growing flames
onto arlington's shore
we liquified so we wouldn't ignite
after twenty seven rounds or four,
we found ourselves heaving
for air for more.