Warm Springs

There are problems with the broken windows.
There are other problems too—

Blood pumping dry silt,

the presence of tire tracks, worms,

skin swelling, the bone scraping
in the river. Sweet hair,

facial flaws. Pool surface or bone marrow.
Swallowing the silt, abandoned. Dry steam radiators

laying out on 375. Drinking arsenic, soil,

plastic bags, dead cow bone parts, pants button, bone,
human teeth, sun, bones. Someone’s long necklace

amidst rusted bullet casings. Maybe she curled up
into a ball and went back into the windows.

Rendezvous Ditch, or Cipro Flagyl

On the side of the highway
under a guardrail—a foot,

crack of sagebrush. A man had just thrashed,
spit antifreeze on his finger, rubbed

into dirt. A time when you don’t wear silk—
careful not to embarrass a stranger

slapped with asphalt. Sprinkle of wind,

pigeon smell, broken motorcycle, flattened cans,

SKYY bottle, empty bottles,
empty hard plastic liquor bottles...

He laughs out a ribbon of fluid
worse than incoherent:

I think they’re going to give me

a surprise rolling in the sand tonight.