I wake up let’s
go to New Mexico
There are tchotchkes
there and grains
of sand—matter
of fact
it’s all sand
sand in your shoes &
your hair &
your butthole
Let’s go
to New Mexico
just me and I
we’ll run
out of gas
a block
from the Valero
south of Abilene
& we’ll get so hungry we’ll
eat our pantyhose—
whatever pantyhose is—
with a big spoon
of peanut butter
& then
we’ll eat
the road