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on the ranch east of the
rio grande
I was hallucinating in the hills

I befriended the last
mosquito of the summer
told him
I could see the same
crash
same spot
different night
and he gave me a dollar
asked for the change

I told my friend companion
I was ready to fold
across the page
tattoo “hold”
on my borderlines
she said
no meaning anymore

in her fourth

glass of wine
she said
we
armored up our truth
kept posing
little statues
little you
I should make it work
upstate

sat down in
my tree stump stunt
storing up my cold
been
pasture
but now
not anymore
no meaning anymore

I heard the crowd laughing