I found her on the side of the road,
in a little shack
that housed the only bathroom
in the middle of the
She gave me a thumbtack,
told me to stab her map,
show her where I'm from.
I'm from way the hell across the country,
shoved way the hell up this holler,
where we don't get sun beating down on us,
where we don't get white heat.
I'm fascinated by the sand roads.
I don't want to pay eighty dollars to see the
She tells me a short cut,
a road to take to see the canyon from the other side:
where the tourists ain't,
where the paved road ain't,
and where the cell signal ain't.
I'm in a rental car and figure what the hell.
I bought the extra insurance.
Miles out the sand road,
with the tumbleweeds and cows,
I wonder which one of us is fucking crazier.
I'd go back and ask her,
but I'm afraid she and the shack may have
disappeared by now.
Trinny Sigler 9/16/2015