I had it
in my head
and was reaching
for my pen
when the waitress
asked
if I wanted sugar.
Into the pond
of her skin
like a fish
the word slipped.

Yes, I said
instead

Two Dogs

lying in the dusty street

a brown one twitching happy dreams
of tomorrow sound asleep

another blond and dead under a vulture
beginning its nasty feast

:

what I am
& what I’ll be