My Lover as a Carousel Horse
Dressing gown body stain
Spring rain
Rain spring
Flies come up to me and
They lick your juice
They say No
No carrots
No apples
There is not a lime or a green tablet as sweet
(As your hand: on my saddle)
My post
Maybe my post
You must have misremembered it
When you got off
When you touched me
You spilled your Coca-Cola
All over my tail