They showed up together in an unfamiliar pickup truck.
The bike lay in the back of the truck
"Dirt bike or darts," he said.
I could see there would be no talking. What the hell,
I didn't really want to discuss it either.
Video and performance artists, headed for a bar
or the Arizona desert backcountry.
"Dirt bike," I said.
I threw some cans of beer in my backpack,
threw the pack in the back.
surrounded by seven large brown tents.
"Got them for free at surplus," he said.
Hard not to love a man who would pick up seven free tents,
I thought, as the truck rolled down University Avenue,
and out of Tempe.
forward anywhere lines