Friday, December 10, 2010

St. Eulalia of Merida (patron of runaways)

I am alone

in this country.

I know what it means

to lie beside a highway

on a rolled up pair of jeans

and watch my suitcase

rattle as the cars pass by.

instead of pulling over

in a maroon Buick,

you appeared between

the wheat.

you asked if I wanted

to go home. you put

one hand under my chin

and brought my teeth

so close to your lips.

I couldn’t begin

to look at you.

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