I’m happy he kept his wife
but i still felt Cliff had been wrong
when i looked at the bed in Clay’s little trailer, using the
bathroom
quickly
this was the kind of bed he’d said he wanted for us
in a little van
but when he showed up in Arizona it was only his pick-up truck
he picked me up
he was so uptight he
could
barely kiss me he’d already decided to stay with
his wife
i am glad for her, for him, for
them
but i would have made the best camper
and the best spirit mate he’s ever
known
all over Arizona in our one little moment
to be fully ourselves to be truly us
he would have seen my real spirit
and i would get to be it
we muddled
thru the days
doing our best
wounded
impaired
i want to be beautiful for you
i’d said, and i didn’t get to
i want to be the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. i knew i
could be
you’re really something, he said
he lightly caressed my cheek with his hand in the sunlight as we sat
on the tailgate of his truck
drinking
golden modelos, ever so
tenderly
you’re going to do great things, he said
wisps of my hair blew in the
sunlight