Relentless heat, dry wind
I walk in the shade like a dog.
Behind me, panting flesh
matches my own plodding thuds.
He runs by in a sweaty, cascading jumble of tanned fat and bone
tangible human-ess luring skulking cougars
lounging high above
carefully resting on thick dehydrated branches
bereft in their twists
like a dying old woman
reaching for her past: a supple time of juicy ignorance.
The hollowed knots in bark are screaming mouths
Rattlesnakes crackle lazily.
Cicadas hum an electrical soothing racket.
My thighs half flaccid in their existence
propel me forward
through this carved out trail,