Dec 10, 2006

this is how i work up a sweat

remember driving along the freeway
and the clouds were fat and perky
and it was as though each of us
really did see a different rainbow

just enough of a drizzle to
make this desert crust
smell of our broken ancestors
and their somber lonely dust

for when does a girl
truly become a woman
a woman of nature
a woman of her nature
a woman who can't seem to control
her nature?

the sun shined down upon
this sinkhole with heavenly
righteous gazes
masking the dirt
with a film of glory and
beauty
that up until that very moment
i had yet to see

this place is heaven
a stippled land of
brown and beige
and
everything i had never dreamed
i always wanted