Cowboys

You and I

fancy ourselves to be cowboys

in a time we narrowly missed.

Nourished

by a Marlboro brunch

beneath the Colorado sky.

Sipping our whiskey

hoping the light will behave

as performatively as we.

We ride until we have memorized

every peak and plateau

of the great

American West.

I know it’s all a dream

but still,

I sometimes wake feeling I have just shot a man to death

and it does not bother me

too terribly much.