Tuesday Poem: Mileage by Sara Khayat

MILEAGE by Sara Khayat 

road trip tumblr

i.

los angeles, california

once you stop searching
for yourself in the soil
you become connected.
it is now or never; planting
feet to keep that delicate balance
of human and infinite.

ii.

tombstone, arizona

the sun hits
the hay. pin straight roads—
there is no mistaking
where we’re going. cruise
control—there is nothing
lighting our way.

a moment of silence
for all of the bugs
that collided with
our windshield. and we
sit there contemplating
significance.

***

you are now a
faraway thought.

iii.

las cruces, new mexico

you are now
entering the land
of enchantment.

sunrise, purple skies
the soil whispers of
what we are becoming.

muggy air, mighty lungs.
we’re back to the enchanted
desert where swift dust wishes
to be steady as the stoic
land. these ancient tires,
tirelessly dragging us forward.

iv.

el paso, texas

are you a citizen
of the united states?

v.

buttfuck, texas

only gas station for
miles, lights out—cracks
in the janky window.

i cannot see
myself.

vi.

austin, texas: fuck it

“shade and cigarettes
can’t beat that
unless you got a pickle.”

there is a lot to be said
about almost

“absinthe makes the heart grow
fonder?”

poets caught in the
smoke/swimming
thoughts longing
for proper articulation

(i’m trying to catch all
the details, but we
are moving far too
fast for a clear view.)

stars dangling from
a fishing line—nightmares
indoors. wipe off your
shoes before entering
the mind. a respect
now for everything that
isn’t said. silence—
fill-in-the-blanks.

can we move fast
enough to leave
ourselves behind?

there is no room
for error.

lose control let go
now or never
now or never—it’s

now-or-never

vii.

homecoming

you are the words
i am the tomb.

****

Sara Khayat was born and raised in Los Angeles, California. She is editor-in-chief of Paper Plane Pilot Publishing (thepaperplanepilots.com). She graduated from California State University, Northridge with a BA in English/Creative Writing and a minor in Psychology. Her mind is full of wildflowers, ladybugs and grey matters. Give her a shout and she’ll give you a whisper.

 

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