sexting u directions to my house
do not turn left at the silo, rippling
silver while u watch. this road
is loud with cicadas undressing. u
will not be approached, but do not feel
alone. each butter-yellow pole light
is a signal: inside is a body pasted
to cotton sheets. drive 6 miles south
on highway 146. roll down ur window.
see the ditch lilies: glowing
orange and closed to u ‘til morning.