Poem #3
[23 july 2005: sometime after midnight]
i almost ran over a pug.
sophia: running across the street
chased by a woman and a jack russell terrier.
the brunette apologized when i rolled down my window.
sophia kept running.
seeing him for the first time
in seven months, getting ice
from the bar in his living room,
greeting his father in the den
[george clooney’s twin chiseled globes
stood for thirty long seconds
in flickering orange on the screen before us]
felt like forever.
our interactions are bad timing personified:
my departure post
flashing brown nipples
first time sex confessions of love
and a lesbian naomi watts-
i am NOT too young for this.
rabbit’s eyes glinted
from the side of the road
where there were no carrots
but a dozen golf balls floating in air
cobweb, thin, black and
missing patches of fur between her ears,
lingered on the corner of lewis
and a street beginning with c
waiting for me to pass
rabbit chasing time bounded across my path
this: metaphor for something, i’m sure