COME BACK TO ARIZONA You’re going to die; I’m going to die Yes, you are going to die and I am going to die, so come back, my love, now, to Arizona Come back to Arizona, where I will have a lemonade stand up and running before you arrive All day here in the great western desert we will sell lemonade together We will sell it all weekend, all weekend long in the nude We even will have sex while we sell it But listen—no one will get mad But listen—we will live as if in an alternate world where no one will get furious; no one will claim obscenity; no one will say the local children were damaged by the outrageous sight of our love A policeman will arrive— but just to buy lemonade * Each day in Arizona I’ll pull your clothes from you like an ear of corn shucked We will make babies, hundreds of babies, could be thousands, they will sprout from the river plain of your impossible body already walking and talking Some will die; some will rule the world * You will be hypnotically fat, you’ll be a mountain topped with cool snow gazed up at from a hot summer day below I will assume a lesser role, I will admire from afar I will be a pond in the valley gazing up shyly at you, you the avalanche, you the thunder and voluptuous stone
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This poem is deeply
A deeply troubling work