"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Thursday, July 5, 2012

A Bad Relationship.

We choke on
strands of time--
our eyes never see
the easy way
the straight line.
We choose the love
we think we deserve
in the form
of verbal battle
hanging on
the edge of a nerve.


"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."