From Mesquite

You report rain daily
and wind and I send
pictures of either dry
dawn or moon and venus
at desert dusk.

You feed the boy chicken
wings hot as his views
I miss his attitudes
no one here can be
argued with.

I woke to a fire alarm
in this hotel too near
las vegas and too far
from your knees rising
out of bubbles.

You make our bed every
morning I know and I
leave this room a mess
to go find the world I
probably won’t.

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