Eva Moe

Tag: road trip

  • Yellow Amarillo

    Yellow Amarillo,
    I almost did not find you because of the sunset.
    That fucker took my eyes like a beak to marbles
    and the visor in the car? I slapped my face with it.
    Knocked the wraparound sunglasses clean off
    in a rush to see the road again
    but the sun spat “look at me, you ignorant swine”
    and I was like, “Amarillo?”

  • Road

    I’ve been on the road for two weeks without doing laundry anywhere but the sink.
    I brought a white flowy tunic specifically for Arizona.
    Now the cuffs are tan in Denver.
    my laptop clicks when it opens and I wince because I’ll need a new one,
    but I gave my money to the waiters in Tempe.
    I’m drinking Folgers in a borrowed mug,
    thinking about Minnesota.