This is, today, to me, Texas.
F150's weave in and
out of dawn traffic;
Making sharp
Left turns
Across me as
Though I am not there.
I take the wheel;
hit the gas:
I leave the rising sun In my dust.
Stop here to write this poem.
Stop here for that one above line.
Look--
I loved you, love you,
hard and leaden,
Also: soft and sweet;
Whatever you or I want.
And I saw your darkness
There in the playful night,
Crushed my lungs with
a tiny box of sticks,
So that today
I hesitate
To salute that same
burning star.
. . .
Erika S. Haines, 2015
