an original nebraskan
on west texas desert highway
in a white golf
convertible, holding a camel
between brown fingers
is saying to me
so the cacti are edible
using his brown hands like brushes
air our movie screen.
my spine like water, lights
there on the hills flickering
with my approval. you
can pay me back for texas
with kisses, he suggests
which i start right away
paying him back for giving me
sky and a day of laughter.
i want
he says pausing for effect
two brown fingers and a camel pointing
to be married in Marrakesh.
i had to admit i’d never been there.
orphan poems 