Four does and a buck haunt the neighborhood
At night this winter, scavenging pears
And apples, rooting compost bins, a clear
Sign of suburban sprawl my Green Friend said
At a benefit dinner for Watershed
Restoration. She’s probably right. She cares
Deeply about these things, Warming, and Fair
Trade, local/global stuff. She gave me head,
Later, in her Prius, and when they came,
My moans were muffled. Wiping up, she seemed
Perturbed and started the car. “What’s wrong?”
I regretted the question. She must have blamed
Me for something. “You. You’re so fucking tame.
You can’t even let loose while getting blown.”
Copyright © 2014 Tod Marshall
Used with the permission of Canarium Books.