For Him

At the gas station and smoke shop
On the Shivwits reservation,
A young man fueling his Hyundai,

His long black hair unbound, tan cap
With a cartoon of a warrior
In full regalia on his head

Backwards, is free-styling along
With Megan Thee Stallion, making
Up his own phrases to her flow,

‘Cuz he don’ give a fuck about
Leaving Utah, he’s not wanted,
He’s a warrior, he’s a savage.

The gas pump beeps. Bobbing his head,
Still rhyming, he slides back behind
The wheel of his smooth grey sedan,

And then he’s gone, not fast, no smoke,
Maybe really leaving Utah,
Maybe for good and good for him.