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Our text for this session was the poem “If I Should Come Upon Your House Lonely in the West Texas Desert” by Natalie Diaz, posted below.
Our prompt for this session was to begin your writing with the phrase “you will remind me…”
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If I Should Come Upon Your House Lonely in the West Texas Desert By Natalie Diaz I will swing my lasso of headlights across your front porch, let it drop like a rope of knotted light at your feet. While I put the car in park, you will tie and tighten the loop of light around your waist — and I will be there with the other end wrapped three times around my hips horned with loneliness. Reel me in across the glow-throbbing sea of greenthread, bluestem prickly poppy, the white inflorescence of yucca bells, up the dust-lit stairs into your arms. If you say to me, This is not your new house but I am your new home, I will enter the door of your throat, hang my last lariat in the hallway, build my altar of best books on your bedside table, turn the lamp on and off, on and off, on and off. I will lie down in you. Eat my meals at the red table of your heart. Each steaming bowl will be, Just right. I will eat it all up, break all your chairs to pieces. If I try running off into the deep-purpling scrub brush, you will remind me, There is nowhere to go if you are already here, and pat your hand on your lap lighted by the topazion lux of the moon through the window, say, Here, Love, sit here — when I do, I will say, And here I still am. Until then, Where are you? What is your address? I am hurting. I am riding the night on a full tank of gas and my headlights are reaching out for something.