Yuma, Arizona

is a waiting jailbreak.

Before, there was Mesa.

After were the sand dunes–

a welcome to a home

you don’t know, anymore.

Nothing’s fit to take from

Yuma, Arizona.

Plastic plates filled with the

Sacred Heart of Jesus–

we scavenged the whole lot.

We never fought there in

Yuma, Arizona,

but should not have taken

that call from your mother

or from my ex-husband.

Yuma, Arizona

is a waiting jailbreak.

We thought we were jailers

And at once prisoners.

We were a pack of dogs,

We were its tumbleweeds.