I am
a floating
liquid
drifting lizard
in the desert sea
drawing patterns
in golden sands
the sun reduced
to a halo
behind my head
it’s drying
my back
frying
making sure
I don’t go
out remembering
how frosty
the desert
really was
in a break between
life lived and
life wasted
to celebrate
an unknown sort
of person
who occupies
the tallest buildings
in my head.
