Louise Mathias

Twentynine Palms

For the days when beauty was elsewhere.
Someone beats off

in the trailer, it’s the stellar white dream:
cocaine and long stemmed brides.

Always, you must focus on the sky. Bougainvillea
mutely moving like a stain, a young girl

peeing in the pool.

Is that what you wanted? Subtle? The lukewarm
politics of someone else’s marriage?