more poetry, kids. we will return to our regularly scheduled program soon.
if it were possible for a person to have a crush on a location, i would daydream about southern utah. SU+BJ=luv 4-evah. it's where i was born, and every march for the past three years i've found myself drawn there, either consciously or not. the weather starts to turn, and i feel that pull for my annual pilgrimage home.
so here. have a poem about it.
I have red dust in my blood.
My skin is layered with eons-old silt
and my ribs
are framed
by rock canyons:
Grand to the lower right
Bryce the upper left,
Zion just over my heart.
This is the clay that formed me.
This is my inheritance.
And when I die,
return my body to the red earth
south
by southwest.
