i need some desert in my cheekbones
some searing hot light that pierces me
some gritty dirt and stone under my feet
i need some hard edges that cut the sky
some lines that break the landscape
some bleakness that shouts out to me
“you don’t belong here so come on in
and walk around and make yourself
at home, intrepid stranger of recent times”
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