both camel’s buckle
and fold like shopping bags
groan as knees and hooves
kick up dust as we slide off
warm sand sifts through
the sandals our backs
to a redneck sun
we reach a shaded table
order drinks and the special
and wait it comes all at once
a Domino’s large pepperoni
and two sodas
before we leave I frame
a selfie of the two of us
in front of a sunset
flaring behind Giza
that picture still
one of my favorites
with the mysterious red schmear
everyone asks me about