The Outside World

I woke up this morning with the streetlamps still on, their light enfolded in dirty piles of fog. I removed my earplugs to a thundering din of semi trucks, horns and shopping carts. Home for the day. Last night I crossed into Texas, past vast stockyards only evidenced by a stink in the thick black night, and into the fluorescent grey world of Autozone, Sonic Drive-in, Big Lots. I could be anywhere but for the shadow of a drawl in the voices of passerby, the billboard for a 72 oz steak special. The city is a harsh adjustment after my month of hibernation in the hills of New Mexico- yesterday morning I was listening to the horses across the road, the coyotes in the woods. I was planning on bombing through to Oklahoma tonight, but I want to find out what’s here, what Amarillo is.


Wonderful Oceanside Resort

February 5, 2019