never gonna let a man get me down again

i drive across three state lines. two horses missing. he says they went off to find their eagle feathers. i take that to mean they have something to figure out somewhere else. i tell my friends the best of it all is being able to go off and trust myself, where things line up i go. maybe there’s always somewhere better, you may call me tex but i know there’s lots bigger outside of texas. i know too that the worst part of coming home is washing the campfire off. the first missing horse returns my last night there, coming up from the river, and the second missing horse the next morning silhouetted in the haze from canadian wildfires at the top of the hill as we’re saying our goodbyes.

at the hot springs a man alone asked how long me and my husband have been in town, and i laugh. after we talk about my tattoo on my ankle (‘DESIRE’), this man asked me if i ever feel desirable myself. i tell him i usually do, or something to that effect. he said he felt guilty for talking to me for so long, and i find a cooler pool to swim in.