her life and love were high

the girl’s been bleeding for a while. living with the friday crowd. stumbling across state lines. and desert nights. and city lights. the cheap cigarettes, and the friends to spare. she hates to sleep alone. the motels and the tumbleweeds. the sound of los angeles freeways at three in the morning. the sound of the coyote and the moon. and when the desert sun must rise, when the city lights flicker and burn out. she leaves with them. a tumbleweed. city dust. invincible on land and sea. her life and love were loud.