ANATOMY OF LAS VEGAS
The desert is surprising as a tissue sample
Headlights, skin, my inadequate openings
their narrow faces and leap off the road.
and some faces
on the sidewalk. I am
of a two way mirror. Five dollars
expose whatever was hidden
All close-up and postcard and longed-for,
In college, I went to Red Rocks, Nevada to walk around and not-rock-climb while everyone else rock-climbed. The desert reminded me of space-scapes from Calvin and Hobbes books and of the tissue that my high school anatomy class told me was in my uterus. Las Vegas glowed over the horizon every night. When we finally went, it was full of brides.