Hungry Pavement

His dress reached just above the knee

and he wobbled in heels as though

the tide had gone out


The lush landscape

next to the highway

was a mocking tribute

to a youthful hope


He shifted his handbag

as his slip peeked out to brush

his oily, gnarled knees


Llamas and cows grazed

while passersby absently waved

as if in communion

with a lost nature


He wasn’t sure where he was going

but his lipstick was on point

and his wig blew gently in the breeze


It’s going to be ok,

the air seems to puff out

in a kind of morse code

and it’s nice, even if it’s a lie.


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