It’s pretty gold out. Across the street
a couple unpacks a car. When they walk away,
she is carrying nothing. Horses and dreams
are where it’s all coming from.
Did you bring your life with you?
This is not a loop, this is not a lie.
Last night I slept elsewhere.
“Earth, I guess”, is what she said.
I had to pick a card but I did not.
I read them all, declared a winner.
I tried taking a picture of the way I wanted
but my hands wouldn’t hold.
I drop my heart on the grocery-store scale,
hear them say, “Lady Libra, coming right up!”
Everything considered. Texts amended.
Maybe if I see the name I’ll sleep.