it was a touching picture, actually
once the slogan logos were removed
well, torn to leave
just enough pastoral prickly cacti
to wanna be a cowboy forever.
then i saw words.
damn Tuscan Getaway getting off on my commute
cataloging.packaging.owning…
the entire train is peppered with paprika
of a stolen southwest sunset.
only, in other not-torn spaces are Intended Visuals:
women.laughing.staring
doing yoga.playing poker
with two tall draws of beer…
orange of tempting tuscan daydreams
competing with my window seat
that’s just thick enough to clog
the contented dreams i might have had of here.
emoody lives and writes in the Midwest United States. She works for 12Writing, an online resource hub for creative writers, and teaches creative writing as a Sutherland Fellow at Illinois State University.
