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?
Inlandia: A Literary Journey 