Wreck to Reno

the last time I
crawled into this town
you were standing on the city line
arms spread to prophesize my legs

we loudly
proclaimed our love of
"god, oh god...YEAH!"
then you said
you had better----last week.

Reno called and I answered
by packing my bags
and hitchhiking across
the state
your words sat like cheap tequila
on an empty stomach

I left early
in last nights make-up
and wrinkled dress
at least
my nails were painted red