the cactus outside my motel window sags,
orange blossoms thicken the air with their sweetness
hard to breathe for the beauty of it,
“Jesus and Wal-Mart Saves,” is emblazoned
on a plywood window. In the brittlebush
children stalk scorpions with black lights.
Bless the fuck-ups
that carried us here. The history of wind
and fools. Bless this single bed, the citrus,
the Colorado, warm as blood. In this city we don’t kill mosquitoes
we hum their carnivorous song. Year three and we are meat
mouthing through bulletproof windows.
Causes Carrie Moniz Supports
individuals, species, ecosystems