marfa

i watch the fuzzy glow
behind my fingers
i wanted nights like this
blinking by dried oceans

i pull off to the shoulder
i turn off the headlights
next the engine

i'm pro-stars
i get out of the car
he's still snoring
in the passenger seat

i'm pro-sky
i spin around three times
i wish for the moon to go away
and it does

the dirt is thirsty
i'm not falling asleep

i remind myself
that each rock
is destined to decay
removed and satisfied