Divorce, A Dharmic Love Story (POEM)

I once saw the eyes of God in a desert dingo,

In a Taco Bell parking lot in Navajo Land.

I want him!  I cried as ferociously as my soul could muster, and I told my sister I would be keeping him.

He gently licked my hand and he was mangy and I fed him some part of a taco.

No. My sister said.

You have no money. You are a spirit weasel. He won’t like college food anyhow.

We drove quietly, I raged,

Khali on a bad night.

12 hours, tears still streaming,

I watched the desert reel,

85mph, Like a sad movie about people who can’t seem to get it right.

And they’re always driving in cars through the desert trying to find themselves.

If I could go back, I would hide him under my sleeping bag,

In the backseat,

I would have fed him churros all the way to Austin.

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