SUMMER DOGS

by on December 14, 2014 :: 0 comments

Clouds waft over our sex bodies
Tight canvas shorts cut from pants that were tight
A small shirt that’s lasted years
Short sleeves
A certain easiness with words
Proper social protocol

We do not look in mirrors but we see the way we look
In office building reflections

Draw the stretched analogy from something else that means
Something to us

At 8:15pm I walked the dogs
At 9:30 I went to meet Carlson at the trailer
Two gin and sodas, two burgers to-go, two baggies
An ATM machine

A burger in the face of Mother Mary
No one eats before the virgin
No one thinks of any other woman for a month
No one orders mayonnaise until the rapture

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