like free Slurpee day
in the desert

we had walked so long,
sacrificed,
in salty bandanas, salty looks,
smaller than average cowboy boots,
pinched taluses,
cracked skin,
red verdure
attracting everything,
dodging rattlesnakes and coyote
farms and
vain conversation
just to
taste it

but the diabetes will still
get us
in the end.
“attachment”

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