I'VE CAUGHT MYSELF AGAIN

Constance

Your name is the flow of blood

to my head.

I am quite purple in the setting sun.

I hope when you read this

you think of classical guitars

like the ones on that slow summer day

out on the veranda in Mexico.

The tequila may

have gotten the better of me,

but I've thrown that all away now.

Constance, I'm clean.

I've never been to Michigan

but I've heard it's cold

abd I'm sure you cannot see

sunsets quite like these.

Constance, Arizona calls you home

and I can't help but plead with it.

With or without me,

these desert sights are worth your eyes.