Grass Cities

I brought the wrong
clothes for all of them
my little white slippers
could fit inside anyone's boots

after I crawl out of a window to walk
on rocks being chased by a dog
I'm in a perfect Texas bedroom with
concrete floors and long white curtains
and an iron bed a few inches in front of the window
makes me feel like my lungs got bigger

in my own air bnb
right before I fall asleep
I realize everyone is just themselves
and I feel so at home on the concrete floor
in the new places, all the people
should I be a war correspondent?
camp counselor?

just back from the giant video store
where my contacts stopped working
and I blinked at millions of DVDs
as long as I could stand
so tired of my sweaty clothes
it felt like standing in poison ivy
with a dusty blindfold on

I wish for permanence in my sweatpants
with my friend and her books
the cowboy/girl mannequins
at the pool
fashion is such a trip
that every young one
was wearing clothes from the 70s
individually boring
but the group's commitment
felt laid out for my eyes
in this gentle way
that I relished
it felt like time-travel as if
I could ask anyone to rewind
the last dive or to retie
the back of a swimsuit

-TX