Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Am I the only one getting hungry?
Julie reads a sign and mispronounces
Chicago. We erupt with laughter.
Finally on the ranch in Fort Stockton.
We’re only 2 hours from Mexico?
I wish I was in Mexico.
“Wake up, city girl, You can help me skin the deer Katie shot in the head
Har Har Har.”
Electricity cuts out during dinner.
In the dark, Katie tells us stories of all the
times she has seen maggots.
Dale shows me the baby crib in the attic that
once belonged to George Bush.
We run out of Dr. Pepper.
Dusk is slingshotted across the horizon.
On the way to Cafe Amigo, there is a billboard says
“We need to talk. –God”
Dave and Dale compete with story telling and ignore the Latina waitress
when she asks us how the food tastes.
I get salsa in my hair.
Pass the border into New Mexico. What would I do if I lived here? Sit
against the fence post with my grandmother’s typewriter and a glass of sweet tea.
Mom says over the phone
“Don’t forget to see the turquoise people when
you get to Santa Fe.”
God, I miss her.
Alexandra is a graduating senior at Pace University. She majored in English with a focus on Writing. She also minored in Creative Writing & Fine Arts. O, and Alexandra is a Texan, who now resides in New York. I know, it's cool.
(This poem is also in the 50th edition of Aphros.) (Pace's Literary Mag.)