Humid Summers & Angry Sex
The squirrel, like an anorexic
model, all torso and no chest, poses
in the sun where asphalt meets rubber
in an orgy of speed, sex, and rodent-
a half-remembered children's song
move over for the dead
don't chop of their head-
I have always been careless-
ly cruel in my innocence.
I saw two coyotes take down
a wolf, or large dog, on my way
to meet you. It seemed symbolic
of our relationship.
Blood will dry to ash in the noon day sun.
Nothing is impermeable in the desert.