underneath the paper mache
i'm thirsty and barren
and forgotten
and invisible
and tired
and empty
the thing about deserts
is they have no choice
in whether or not there are
footprints running through them
or rivers,
or scorpions,
or cacti full of sustenance,
or nothing at all
we created our own geography
and ripped the map to shreds
and the vultures ate the bread crumbs
we scattered
along the way
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