Runaway

My lover's run off

to North Africa.

She took her cash

and cheating heart.

She thinks 

Adam and Eve rode camels.

An oasis

can be carried on her back.

Or so she said

in her last moonlit email.

The same one

in which she called me "poor Edgar."

Prompting me

to take a shower

in my mother's car.

My lover knocks on the door

of the pyramids

until the sun-god answers.

He's so goddamn pale,

she tells her guide.

A camel 

never wants to shit.

It gathers

jewels in its hump.

Arab women hate my lover's ass

because they can see it.

The pyramids

sway to the west.

The old curator

was such a prick until last spring.

I don't think 

my lover will ever come back to back.

Her eyes

explode like hand grenades.

Cleopatra's bones

float down the Nile like plastic bottles.

Sad desert

swallows sand.