You left your love in
  Papago Park
   leaning against
   red rocks that feel like
fevers now
give me a palm leaf to shade my
eyes.

I can't even sleep when the sky is so red
in September
  no leaves on
the ground,
either

It's all dirt here.

You've left your love in
Papago Park and it may as well be
any side of Mars
with how far we have to
go and
how impossible
this
seems.