Southbound, Erica says
she wishes eucalyptus didn’t
look so much like apocalypse.
Erica never looks
her future directly
in the eyes.
It hits a hundred,
dizzy, and she’s like
a walking skinny dip.
At a rest area, Erica tells you
it’s rude to stare
at kids playing Yiri.
When the country runs out,
she says it’s time to invest
in an inner tube.
She peels off her past
and asks you to kiss
the corner of the map.
