Cowboy Girl (11.29, on a crisis of confidence.)

in the dead western air, i am
triggerhappy gunshy.
Marlboro man-girl,
prickly and caged and there is
sunset only in my
indian hair.
such massacres as this, and
we begin to forget ourselves!
but there were never any
concrete terms, only a sensibility for
what is big and
empty.
oh war-poet, your time has
passed to peace and
postcard prose.