We are driving south/
in New Mexico, heading /
to Utah. She’s lost.

OR

We drive south into/
New Mexico, trying to/
reach Utah. She’s lost.

If people don’t talk/
about issues, the truth is/
hard to discover.

I’m cold and I hurt./
I hold my phone and feel you./
It’s like my blankie.

Rejection I can /
take. It’s the uncertainty /
that’s hard to handle.

Last nite I slept with ghosts of Anasazi, with The Folded Arms People, Bear Clan. Tales of skin walkers didnt keep me awake,but teenagers’ tent chatter did.

Rejection I can /
take. It’s the uncertainty/
that’s hard to handle.

Camping teens’
constant loud talking
made me wish
for chaperones walking.

Does sunrise over/
ancient ruins bring romance/
like Spring in Paris?

Or
like Amsterdam’s gate?

When/
your friends/
told U 2 seek/
love of a geek,/
did they say/
It’s geeks’ romance way/
2 hope 4 affection?/
Or at least attention?/

A smart/
heart/
is hurt/
by inert.