i too traveled to utah in july

made it from seattle to zion in a day and a half
with the detour to big rock candy mountain.
i love to drive in the desert, windows down heat
melts fingers to the steering wheel coke nearly
boils in its bottle on the dashboard: coca-cola
tastes like cinnamon when it gets really hot

drove twisting dirt roads, dead-end canyons.
a rental -- why not -- my head out the window
looking up always looking up always searching for
a place to stop and take eeyore's picture:
his vacation too yet he looked bewildered, so small
when the photos came back.

eeyore's eyes look shifty, nervous to the left,
nervous to the right. thank god he didn't have
a camera to take any of me.

in the heat of canyons the national park crush of people
i fought i fought i battled the urge to stop and strip
lay down on a big red rock naked to the sun to the sky --
a sacrifice: to the desert, for being. to the german
tourists and the dutch, so they could spin myths of
buck-naked american girls drinking coca-cola,
carrying (on with) donkeys.

didn't strip but i brought home a flat red rock
and i bought myself a malibu barbie and next time
that feeling hits we're gonna have us a little
living room sacrifice. eeyore is invited.

katrina grace craig
18 september 1995
rev 5 august 1996
issaquah washington

"i am done and can't be undone"
"body parts"
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