if ever i had a doubt, arizona erased it
the night was crawling toward dawn
a highway just outside of Flagstaff
two inches of desert chill
blowing through a window that won't close all the way
on the road since midnight
you are fast asleep beside me
bare legs and arms
covered in the blankets from our studio apartment murphy bed
warm in the blow of the dash heat
i flip the cassette over
again
the same one i've listened to for hours now
everything we have fits inside this tiny japanese import
secondhand
like everything we have
but us
in Albuquerque i find a talk radio show clear enough
to tolerate
as the mesas and buttes slip by in the darkness
you stir in your sleep beside me
a gentle sigh that is more content than it should be
the road
night
grows colder still
but you are warm and sleeping well
so i push onward
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