for weeks we looked forward to our trip to Joshua Tree/
every few months or so i think that i really want to go to a quiet/desolate place
and every time it actually happens i am left completely stunned, like in a nightmare
dessert people are removed/ they are either morbidly obese or dead thin be they colored or white
needless to say living amongst blacks wasn’t coming in the way of white racism
the flat tire we got minutes into arriving was addressed by a guy named JoJo, he had bloody arms
the night before heading back home, we step out for a smoke, we’re waiting for our takeaway.
it was from the only okay place in town, RICOCHET. a lady named Rosa owned it. she was nice.
nice in that way that you really wanted to rescue her from her situation, except she wasn’t looking to be rescued.
a white pick up truck pulls up in front of the restaurant “Do you have a Vagina?”