How I Made Texas

I don’t know why Marilyn Monroe dismantles
the Hollywood sign in this 1960 photo.

Frank Sinatra rushes down Mulholland Drive
in his skivvies in a neighbor’s mind.

James Garner is still one of the Mavericks
on my rabbit-eared TV.

Kennedy’s head seems intact
but has a spot reserved for bullets.

I am twelve in the Sonoran Desert
dreaming of creating this version of Texas.