Yuma

Laying down the backseat, watching the Jojoba studded dunes roll past. The swelter of the Mojava forms a ring of sweat round my neck in spite of the air conditioning. Senagalese and Brazilian music on the headphones. We wore these telephone wires like a necklace of sweat round our necks and when you broke 20 miles outside Yuma the slit stream concrete brought our writing to ????? facts none will recognize. I wore these moments with the awkwardness of a plum tree