I stop some where waiting for you…. Yet you pretend I have gone!

I’ve scattered my ellipses like breadcrumbs in a public park.

It is 7:32 p.m.… I take refuge in your neck, my ear pressed close to your apple,

Back when I yearn to scrape you clean of seeds.

crest of my shoulder

fold of my thigh

my right collarbone

is stickier than my left

heather grey shirt

glommed to the small of my back

the armpits

always the armpits

advertising to all

“heat was here”

cactus spines

pink flowers

my quiet is not

blurred signs at the edges of

interstate

when the clouds

circle at night

pack of dogs

i will my body

to be

prickly pear

Montana and Wyoming

The sprawling landscape of Yellowstone

Against towering mountains

Form a place that I'd never seen before

The animals and people you meet at pull offs

Are what make the experience an experience