Yesterday Rane Arroyo's poem "El Dorado (Goodbye, Utah)" appeared on Verse Daily. Here's the poem in its entirety:
El Dorado (Goodbye, Utah)
Mi amor, I'm surrounded by mountains.
I'm inside their ring, one never to know
a ring finger. I miss the pueblo of our
nakedness. A magnet pulls at me tonight,
the opposite of the Pacific Sea's name.
I tire of burying sunsets in this nuevo west,
of turquoise shops selling the wrong sky,
and of the search for El Dorado dwindling
into a hunt for a high; it's all a bare-bones
version of salvation. This isn't a tequila
letter or an abstract tourniquet. You may
only hear this as an echo, a cartographer's
mumble. Sometimes, I travel too far from
myself and need proof that I've not died.
How I miss your bed's golden myopia.
I'm even without moonlight's silver tonight.
If You Can Hear This
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