Monday, August 6, 2018

the thing about deserts

underneath the paper mache
i'm thirsty and barren
and forgotten

and invisible
and tired
and empty

the thing about deserts
is they have no choice

in whether or not there are
footprints running through them

or rivers,
or scorpions,
or cacti full of sustenance,

or nothing at all

we created our own geography
and ripped the map to shreds
and the vultures ate the bread crumbs
we scattered
along the way