Intimate Disgrace
Animals are infrequent traitors, only
honest atop boat, malicious
when washed to sand. Here I am,
said God, and there he was, and there
we all were, decked out in purple shirts
and cargo pants, standing in rows like cows
awaiting supper. This was before
sneakers, before skinny jeans, iPods,
domesticated parrots.… Read the rest