I CAME ACROSS A MAN IN THE WOODED PARK
it was only us, so I said good morning
as he, hand in plastic, knelt at the weedy altar
of his dog’s steaming shit and barely nodded
as if caught, or maybe embarrassed,
or somehow less.
THE BOYFRIEND HAD A STUFFED ANIMAL
a gray-furred harbor seal
he brought with us on vacations
positioned in various windows
so it could enjoy the view
and a voice he used for it to say things
at first, I was so in love I didn’t think about it
BODY LANGUAGE
He overlooked
her Texas-shaped birthmark
because he wanted to have sex
After, he pointed out Austin
then Lubbock
DEAD SEA
I floated skyward
I didn’t rub my eyes
still, there was so much salt
in so many wounds
