alone star state

it's not her home,
her town,
not even her state.
but she settles in with
a gin and tonic,
her feet up
on the apartment balcony
railing. she stares out
across the cactus
laden land, wipes the sweat
from her brow.
somewhere she hears a cow
mooing,
she hears a cowboy
saying something to his horse,
chickens clucking.
it might be time
to get out
the blonde hair dye,
puff the locks up to the ceiling,
put on the denim and
make the most
of this erroneous move.