It’s all in how you lay it down
Soft soles slap the beat-down heels
New cut splits the old scars, and then
A stone for commemoration

I stabbed across
The graveyard grass
In three-hundred-dollar shoes, a size-and-a-half
Too short

The pain was free
You see why
These things take my mind off
The years how they go

So make it clear
Say it pretty
When you call:

By God, it’s another hot day down here in Mexico…

By the way, you’re not coming back, no
You’re still waiting
For the other shoe to drop, a desert

In your rearview, in hindsight
A decade

Your dead friends
Your stomach fizz
A .45
Beneath the pillow

Sleep with this

One day I made
A pair of boots
With your yellow rock lizard

Leather and pink skin with eyelashes

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