Rickie Lee Jones
Writing Stories Reckless God

It followed a brief visit to New Mexico where she had bought guava jelly and a bacon and egg sandwich at a Stuckeys just north of tuchumcari.

In tuchumcari she had heard the trains go by all night and the trucks on the highway and seen her breath in the morning air. This had reminded her, stirred her. She had remembered that there had been trains and morning sand car rides before in Texas, driving through the panhandle, the old telephone poles sinking into the dirt next to the new ones already leaning slightly. The sun going down and bursting through for a moment on the horizon, then the clouds gathering up the sky once again.

God puts these things in his pocket. He's got too many pockets really, if I went through all of God's pockets I might find my skin again. I need to get back into my skin. Reckless God perched on the wire

coming in from the corn field

scaring all the farmers

now it's empty here

no one to love me

but you circling overhead

it followed a brief

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