suppose I figure
what we’ve done here
rental a movie and
house to the feet
where in love
hits a little cart
before a horse
or hits snow more
like a role in the hay
hee hee was only
too wreak
that I had the leash
whatever-his-name
driveth me to the couch
where I crashes
he had nice linens though
some sort of
amazing comforter
hive under it during
a tender moment
that wasn’t so mine
it was the cowboy’s
own cold hands
a cigarette that
worms his heart
