It was too hot to see past the threshes, foxtails and dead armadillos
flattened out on the road and left for bait
Heated steam from the asphalt rises up this time of year
and bakes its victims
Texas is another country you know...
Your letter of compliance was well uncovered
and yet I paid it no mind
Just remember the Bluebonnets I picked
be sure to smell your fingers
Dust gets into lungs no matter where you sit out here
My last breath was a scent of your bleached white t-shirt
A combination of old spice and body odor
Oh, and her....