Dear Tucsonheads, I’m going to be in your space for a few days. I’m going to read some poems at the Poetry Center on Thursday night for the Next Word in Poetry reading series, and so is Joyelle McSweeney. My mouth will open a little after 7pm. Then I’m going to ride on the backs of a herd of javelinas, put a sombrero on a saguaro. There are two coyotes that live on the bike path down there that swore they’d nip at my bare ankles if I dared come back to cross their paths again, but I’m coming back, ankles shiny in the stars.