I shared a rig with a cowboy at the junkyard. We sat on a freezer door. He was a jagged can and I got ripped.
Some creatures grow in darkness. Some flowers bloom at night. I am willing to be inappropriate. But not when it’s light.
Across the way, a man held Jupiter and his twelve moons up in a single glass. One was a boy moon. Oh, that astronomy.
I stood by the throne and gave that thirsty man my cup. He lifted it with one hand and tied off with the other.
Later, he come at me with a knife. I had to keep my sharp eye out. I did not sleep.
They asked me why didn’t you leave. Why didn’t I leave? In a word: his horse was the last horse in town. He put me up.
