Tempe, Arizona

Each mind is its own place
Mine a motel in Tempe, Arizona
A nomad A nudist
Hunchback and sun-burnt
A pool collecting Cracker-Jack rings
The hair in the drain
A clothesline holding old sheets
The dirty wind that soils them warm

I could run for miles in desert dark.
Walking back-alleys
Digging red-faced through cactus
Caught trash

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