A desert house – to the west: the horizon
to the east: the mountains
and I am dancing in the desert
and I am nude
and I make figures in the sand w/ my feet
as I dance.
I am photographed.
I am photographed.
photographed.
photographed.
photographed.
I am held on the patio, by Robert.
I am nude.
I am holding our baby son, I am being held.
Our son is leaving for college.
He is assured and we are all already missing.
He drives, we wave.
I read, Robert plays the video game.
Robert & I dance in our living room.
We are visible through our glass walls.
A caravan of cop cars surround the house
and the cops draw their guns
and the captain draws his bullhorn:
“The two men dancing must stop their dancing!”
We dance
We dance
They shoot
We dance
Their bullets fly and their bullets turn to flowers
And the flowers fall at our feet.
We dance
We dance
My spirit flies, it flies out and it watches.
Our son returns & Robert collapses into his arms
Our son returns & holds Robert
& comforts Robert
& my spirit watches.