I wish that I was someone
who could make love in the desert and not think about snakes
but I am not.
I remember Trixie Belden being bitten by a snake
in a book from my grandma’s house.
She was searching for clues
for her mystery,
and after reading how she got the poison out,
I thought “what a good thing I read this
in case I am ever bitten.”
So that, at the very least, is my comfort.
I’m sorry -Trixie Belden is not sexy,
and my hair,
which is so much longer and more beautiful here,
and the intimacy of sand,
the time when everything is orange,
the beginning of sweat.
Your teeth, which touch mine gently.
Your hands, which have everything
to do with me.