Sweating in Austin humidity at 7 am
The path to the river smells rancid
With humans and their trash
I didn’t remember it like that
But here it is
The capital is iconic
The dome shinning in the sunrise
I eat tacos every day
I’ll miss all these perfect meals
But not quite like I miss clean air
And quiet streets at home
Never having to wait at traffic lights
Because there are no traffic lights
Not for miles and miles
I find bits of myself in this city
Sitting in a car on Mopac
Running a route I now walk
And right up that same road
I lay down on the pavement
As one extra among hundreds in a short film
That I never saw
(It’s as good of a place as any
To pray to be interrupted
And go on not getting interrupted
Go on, interrupt me)
With Love,
Natalie