Like free Slurpee day
in the desert
we had walked so long,
sacrificed,
in salty bandanas, salty looks
smaller than average cowboy boots,
pinched taluses,
cracked skin,
red verdure
dripping on the succulents,
dodging rattlesnakes and coyote
farms and
vain conversation
just to
taste it

but the diabetes will get us
in the end.

“attachment”