Mississippi by Train

sacred

as i plot
(my way) out
 of here,

i feel

you nudge me,
little

black nose
on the back of my neck

and

the dusty rabbits scatter.
i wrote

it down, about you,
(my vanity),

upending

all the rightness
i have won

to

see how

you send me, less
than confidently,

awkwardly (and tenaciously)

in the direction
of
my dreams...