Read by Shawna Butler
There is no food in Marfa, Texas,
or so it seems,
you have to bring your own
so my aunt brought yerba mate
and we ran on caffeine energy
for most of the trip,
drinking our tea
around the crackling fire
until the steam of the tea
and the heat were swept up
with all our complications
by the chilling West Texas winds
and we listen to it.
That is how it is in Marfa, Texas,
distilled down to what is important,
half the town is art museums
and the other half is sculptures.
I don’t know if the wind is a friend
of Marfa, Texas or if it just refuses to leave
but it’s always there
blowing our hair into our eyes.