Trojans, cigarette filters, crushed cans of Bud--
tonight I sleep on the shoulder
........................of the interstate.
imagining you in the city,
.........rubbing your back
............against the concrete;
arched cat in heat.
The bees are drunk
................on my whiskey,
yellow kamikaze blurs.
The ants curl between my toes,
..........gnaw on the grass stains
..........and green nail polish.
some curdled fantasy
.............of biting your nipples,
milking your sobs.
I am waiting for your flashlight
..............to stand between the stars,
for the bare foot that nudges
.........my stolen rib.
