love in the borderlands

you’re sleeping.
hips a mountain range; spine a wall.
I am a border city and you are ‘construction  imminent’ and we
are decimating
too gradually
to call it loss.

the desert wind stirs my bones.
were it not for the anchors – I’d run,
but they’re buried so deep in this inhospitable terrain
concrete columns reaching
for bedrock.

don’t shake loose…
the whole thing could come crashing down,
setting everyone free
making children of the waiting world –

what then?
well, then:
the borders will no longer be our names.


About tehlorkay

writer of poems and longer things. restless wanderer of small-town streets. unabashed seeker of the true world.
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