Now

Tennessee plates. A New Mexico one, 

Too. In my trunk of a black Subaru. 

Damn she was Hot in Texas. 

I’ve got two backpacks – A box

Or three.  This is all I have of Me.

Sweaters in one. It feels to good to 

Feel cozy again. The folks

Here say, “‘You’ve come

A long way.” I say, “you ain’t

Kidding.”  Little do they know

How far I’ve come.  

From a small town – Hillbillies the name. 

Not really. That’s just a tease 

From sea to sea. Around the deep

South. From what I thought then,

The best Cities a gal could

Ever dream – of living in.

And they were.

Miami. New York. L.A.  

The best. The brightest. The coolest. 

I felt very cool. I am chill,

Nowhere to be – Presently.

Back in the High Desert. 

Surprises on the purpley – blue 

Horizon. Crows caw 

And Tarantulas

Crawl, whispering 

Patience. 

Just like that song

By Guns N’ Roses.