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i lean my head against the window
if
the if
desert the if
had desert the if
a had desert the if
real a had desert the if
body real a had desert the if
she body real a had desert the if
would she body real a had desert the if
choke would she body real a had desert the if
men choke would she body real a had desert the if
between men choke would she body real a had desert the if
her between men choke would she body real a had desert the if
thighs her between men choke would she body real a had desert the if
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the taxi driver says
if
if you
if you want
if you want to
if you want to stay
if you want to stay and
if you want to stay and drive
if you want to stay and drive around
if you want to stay and drive around with
if you want to stay and drive around with me
if you want to stay and drive around with me tonight
if you want to stay and drive around with me tonight we
if you want to stay and drive around with me tonight we could
if you want to stay and drive around with me tonight we could since
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the desert smiles, sand, hard soft, made up of all those little pieces from
mountains; the desert stretches upwards and outwards always without
apologizing. she doesn’t care what you say or how, you stay thirsty
in her territory, in the folds between her many rock faces, in the
dying oases, the mirage she waves, tempting, in front of
of all the traveling men, like you, whose assumption
is that they will always be kept safe, fed by
the land. see, when the sun sets
in the desert, it’s so the
moon can land. we
women, girls, we
don’t need
the day
light.
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it’s not good to be a little pretty girl like you all by yourself
it’s not good to be a little pretty girl like you all by
it’s not good to be a little pretty girl like you all
it’s not good to be a little pretty girl like you
it’s not good to be a little pretty girl like
it’s not good to be a little pretty girl
it’s not good to be a little pretty
it’s not good to be a little
it’s not good to be a
it’s not good to be
it’s not good to
it’s not good
it’s not
it’s
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