Melanie Browne- A Poem

Texas Gothic
 
At the head shop,
we buy incense,
skull beads,
tarot cards,
 
She starts to cry
 
“I’m lost,” she tells me
 
“I feel like I'm
in a corn maze
but all the corn is
on fire,” she says
 
I try and guide
her out,

we take all
the wrong turns
 
but in the end,
I discover
its more
fun being
lost,
 
we stand there,
searching the sky
for the southern cross,
smoking cigarettes
in another crowded theater 
of the absurd