Unforgettable desert

Responds to the body of my writing,

Reedy and winding.

Invisible history.

 

In the heat of the heat,

ask me for the sun.

The X on my chest

Marks the spot.

I am sorry for my goodness,

barring grain breeding.

 

How can he sing so false?

 

Stretch out his hand –

persecute me,

my offering day and night,

that reminds me of being happy.