dust hangs, it’s hot but there isn’t that moisture
but the cliche’ doesn’t fit here, it’s not so much dry as it is
heavy, with a weight that could suffocate and outside of the city
i know it does.
you can see it in the eyes of drivers of one pick-em-up truck
after the other. dead smothered, but so self-important
don’t mess with texas, we can handle it all by ourselves.