She heard him say,
his tongue staring up
at the moon. (“All he
ever does is yap yap
yap!” she yapped to
herself in her head
while he was doing
all he ever did. And
so it went on until
the morning.) And
so it went on until
the morning, when
they each rose from
the haystack they’d
made as a bed and
neighed and then
whinnied and whin
nied and neighed.
Then off to work
each went, she
and he, big bucket of
sloshing milk in each’s
hand that wasn’t hold
ing on to the other’s.
